one of these days
the lyrics braying as clear as
a bell from the radio head
were Compelling
but oh no please not oneadesedazes
not oneadesedazes
No
hed had his fair share of
them
and looking back over their strewn wreckage their inspired havoc
he
was grateful he had the fortune to be one of those who could look back
for some of his cohorts he looked back at werent
here
they
were fixed like stone mile markers along a lost highway that reminded him where
he passed how far he had come since
and how endlessly surprised he was he had
his oneadesedazes were intensely
myopic
and it wasnt that his
sensibilities had morphed he never assumed he was owed or owned anything more
than the day he was in
that in itself was a bona fide bargain
and
if he closed his eyes in his bed tonight
really very nice
and
if he closed his eyes in someone elses bed tonight then even better
they were the small things of
living he cherished
so he took them into those beds with him his thoughts of them who would have genuinely loved to be a part
of it now
Time and Death
couldnt kill that
anymore that an
older man or woman might take their eyes off a younger woman or man who
reminded them of someone from their youth
they were older
they werent dead
and on odd nights he relaxed
and reminisced in his head to himself
the
pickings fewer now
and furthur
between
they
hadnt kept track of one another which
was a good thing
because
then they couldnt finger each other even if they wanted to
and some probably did
who held onto their youth without malice jealousy or spite and capriciously reminded him that really very little separated them
sometimes
they took one anothers hands
and laughed like they laughed then
hyena laughter sputtering spittle and going breathless then
gulping fat blue air
Oneadesedazes I oughta!
I oughta
he didnt oughta he did
afternoon, Wednesday,
4 2. 15
1308, Friday,
6 2. 15
