waxing poetic

waxing the poetic. man that has to hurt. course its been a long time since and a good time for it too. good weather. need to be done outside for it to be done proper. right the wrongs and left the rights. ride the ride and fight the good fight. eat the chicken and choke on the bone. lost the game and hang up the phone. never gone but never found. try to find them but never around. look in the scope to find that which is lost. looking through the window covered in frost. too contrived? i think.

long time no see....

"long time no see!", you say sitting in the booth across the way. i holler back across the place and say, "of course, you've been blind since you were three and now you are 73." "i still have vision", you retort. we do this everytime we are in the same room. its getting quite old. but who am i to say what is old. your conversation still keeps me on my toes. even though we talked about everything i've ever been told. vive la revolution.