Today, I forgot myself. When I woke up, I just left memories behind. I saw them on my pillow as I went to leave, but I couldn't remember what they were for, or why I would need them, so I carried on getting ready for the day without them. I went about my business without a worry. Not much to mention in events, but I think I learned a lot, about an everyday. In some ways, it was the best day ever. And, By the time I made my way home, the moon was out in full force. Bright as anything and washing the clouds in silver. A beauty of a sight. I couldn't remember ever seeing something so lovely.
Hitchhiking Hippies Shrinking dandylion crowns Wind knotting wild hair Peace signs thrown from car windows Lost scarves on fences Carefree catches in the heat Painted toes no shoes Hundred dollar sundresses And second hand hats Town to bush and streets to sand Spots for cloud watching Seats for cold beer and burnt meat Water fights on decks Lawn mowers echo of hills Strangers share the sun Until the last day When its too cold for those things And the rain is back
Walking on trees Reminds me That I take light heartedness seriously Sarcastic with reality The storm pulls the pines down vertically Soiled hands hold torn roots ceremonially This is a graveyard playground of balancing tom foolery Laughing in high winds on lost limbs precariously I make the most of this tragedy with sombre mockery Tomorrows chainsaws will come with no sense of sympathy I can only take dirt home with me