Musings and Scribbles

today was a heavy laden day

full of confused miscommunication

feeling like garbled rocks and marbles

in my mouth throat and ears

 

feeling like trying to drag a cardboard box 

full of old familiar books, even adored ones,

dragging them words through the snow

in a cardboard box with a rope tied around it,

even though it would be easier to leave them there on the curb

it wouldn't be better, just easier.

so we pull

 

there's this awful oppressive feeling

like a wet blanket smothering flames hovering

between the lines

and i just want to say sweet things, 

whisper i love yous and tell you that

your smile is the glowing crescent

rising over the horizon promising a golden day... 

but you're not smiling right now

 

nope. at this point in the junction, i can't

because right now when i say "hello"

you say, "what?"

and when i say "goodbye"

there is silence

and i say, "hello?"

and you say "huh?"

and i say "goodbye"

and you say, "what?"

and now i'm just dizzy...

it's actually easier to stay on the line...

 

today was a heavy laden day...

until i saw you

handed you a bottle of white

listened to the tellings of your day

about work and self-control at level 10,

you did good inspite of corporate hand

around your throat...

 

as you spoke, the fact warmed into me...

i had known deep down that i was your refuge

that the crappy ass day of question marks

had nothing to do with me

that it was over and

i was part of the solution

so, why tangle myself into it

why fight?

 

i'd rather hand you a glass of wine

and let this day melt away

give you a hug, rub your hair

and wait for that smile