FOXES IN THE TREES
Except for the T-shirt with the bull’s-eye in the middle of the chest, she usually didn’t give me gifts, but I digress, Let’s do what’s best as these are phrases of purpose proving that when my streams of conscious fail , they always fail to get me near, false hope faded on a dead end trail , but this soapbox is sincere
So though short of certain clever, focus on now or never , Should I fear true content , abandoning our love her planned intent. Love is An exotic condiment , with its fresh cut edge as nourishment. A Freestyle journey To stir our souls , Freedom within this creative domain must remain a sacred honest endeavor To dilute cliche’, to strain mundane until the conversational melody is such that we need not explain.
We could mold sophisticates into words that may somehow rebirth as lyrics. but we’ll go back to that another time, but first, why did I fear it? When I was in the forest that time, when she attempted a simple rhyme , it did remind of that Spinner’s song that’s upside down like howdy doody your clowns too , they’re all laughing at you and why were they even there and didn’t say or stay in the middle of the road? I didn’t have no time to count the foxes hidden in the trees today and she didn’t have no time to be a decent person, and the random gifts didn’t give me any lift.
That was just her way of hinting that she was going away, like howdy do, I don’t want them laughing at you. Just lookin for a clue as to what to do ,I don’t care if you’re on the side or in the ditch there’s no middle for me , as we proceed where there is no road,and when she left , she left my mind on overload
Bobby O
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There is an old saying that proposes one should quit while the going is good .. you clearly didn't .. maybe its time to move on but with a few lessons learned 🎶🎵
I make all these women and situations up but I grant you , within this fiction is every mistake I’ve surely made.
All depends on what you want. proxcimity and misery distance and lonely regret take your choice. A most poignant write Bobby The game of life does not always offer the prizes we desire.
Sensei ,
I agree. Whatever I’m into , I have 2 built in Stops
Stop short of messing w someone dignity
Stop short of getting overtaken By my own insanity
All other things are ruled by attaching numbers to potential risk. When I dealt pokerfor that Orgsnized game , the best players week after week played pot odds
Sensei ,
I agree. Whatever I’m into , I have 2 built in Stops
Stop short of messing w someone dignity
Stop short of getting overtaken By my own insanity
All other things are ruled by attaching numbers to potential risk. When I dealt pokerfor that Orgsnized game , the best players week after week played pot odds
Life’s tightrope walk every single interaction we have, shifting gears and adjusting course settings… so much to look out for and navigate through….
I wrote this do I could have piece with cadence for an open Mic Everything I write about women is made up. Did I drive the point home with a competent plan?
WTF- I ain’t got nothing to navigate
Cuz if you listen , you’ll hear the silly fiction in my diction!
Is there ever a competent plan when enacted on our fine womenfolk!?
You got me there now here’s where I slyly shift topics So my friend ,what did you think of Wemby’s 50 a couple nights ago.
Good save there!
O'l man hasn't lost his touch. What an introspective write
That means a lot. Check out its companion piece
Spinning Collusion. They are both based on a spinner song. How could I let you get away? Let me know what you think.
That means a lot. Check out its companion piece
Spinning Collusion. They are both based on a spinner song. How could I let you get away? Let me know what you think.
You got a link to it?
https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-192881
I like everything about this. As if you and Bukowsky were walking in Venice and I heard an echo nearby…
I’m really not sure how you do it. This is like the tenth time a seemingly “akin” reference is spot on pertinent. In college I wrote a 15 page paper on the poems and short stories Bukowsky write for these literary magazines that were ubiquitous in the 40’s. I had to beg this librarian to type it last minute . She had these exaggerated butt teeth and what I did treat her too like an afternoon lunch. She seemed like she wanted to get frisky, but all I kept thinking was they reminded me of a guillotine that was bad to say what I said OK to the busines this poem is attribute to the spinners. They did the song how could I let you get away and you were talking about? He can’t count his sheep today so I use foxes in the trees and then how to do stuff was stolen from their song thank you for your great review. You always make me smile.
I always try to read you” loud and clear”. And it’s always so much fun, Bobby. Happy Holidays!
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