Each moment honed sharp:
Snow-bound. Ice? Found.
Smoke ringed. Underground.
Red necked. Anxiety?
Checked.
Big fish landed into
Small boat: rocked
Internal glad tidings
Of future sanity dreams
Currently out at sea.
Here is a bottle for you
And me
And me
And me
Cast out, on message,
Saying "Save me!"
But there is no saving.
Pull in the bottle
And shake out
The words on the paper.
"Love from San Francisco"
No North Beach Baby
Tender flesh pounded
Soft under rocks
And stones
And all those
Good times that
Are merely
Bad times
Out on loan.
Hook it, thrash it,
Land it..."Planned it
That way" I hear
You say.
No lucky strike -
It is like riding a bike.
Get back on it,
Skimming stoned
On the water line
That rises in the
Teacup of my
Discontent.
Spoon?
Bent.
Cotton?
Pulled.
Line?
Reeled out.
Fire?
Stoked.
Big fish?
Small pond.
Waves forming?
The gulf yawning
Wide to swallow
Me whole.
The boat floats
Lost and bobbing
Out on the Bay
Afloat for now
Taking on water
But not going
Under.
There is time to
Ink and anchor
Me yet.
But not today...
Not today
There are days that I feel like that. Today! We found a close to perfect house, but because of the lack of pride on the part of the sellers, we decided to pass.
There are days that I feel like that. Today! We found a close to perfect house, but because of the lack of pride on the part of the sellers, we decided to pass.
Lack of pride? House not in a good condition? Sorry to hear that!
There was a ton of deferred maintenance that would have cost us much $$$$. They wanted to sell it as-is and have a month to move out.
Oh no! No way! That is awful!
You know me well enough to know I said NO! More hugs on the way.
more hugs back to you too! Good for you! Hell no!