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Every time

Every time we
Get that
Little bit angry, we
Start to fume,
Start to yell,
Start to
Take it all inside.

Every time we
Get that
Lip quiver goin’, we
Start to tear,
Start to fumble,
Start to
Act like we’re OK.

Every time we
Look forward to
That moment on the park bench,
Sitting, resting
Hands on laps, just a-
Hoping we’d move our palms over,
Just a-
Hoping we’d get over that
Little tussle, and
We always will, we always will
Give in to
The future
And
Let the past go by.

Driving down this old country road,
Headlights pulling friends I don’t know.

The best part of love is knowing we are in this together.
Even when I, foolishly, feel the squeeze of life, you are beside me, ready to loosen my grip.

Who is this
Beside me, holding
Tight a hand
Left wondering
Who is this
Beside me, holding
Tight a hand
Left wondering
If we could reach the park bench,
Grey hairs and stares into our past,
You sitting beside me,
Holding tight a hand
Left wondering if life gets any better,
But, I doubt it ever could.

Tap-tappings on the floor,
With whiskers led by thought
Of acknowledgement, back
To where they’ve been before:
Beside bed, paws up, hoping
To be part of his plans,
A sightless pandering for more.

That itch

When time come slowly, I
I just try get out its way;
When time go faster, I
I just try remember’ when…

When time come slowly, I
I just try get out its way;
When time go faster, I
I just try remember’ when…

When that itch come, slowly on,
I just try get words in order, right;
When that itch come, faster now,
I just try get words down at all.

Love is what you need, wheth’ you
Wheth’ you know you need or no’; wheth’ you
Wheth’ you know a need’s not want, but
But you know the difference hard t’see.

when the silence of the mouth
leads to shoutings of a mind,
may you not be lost in thought,
but found by word,
on page or tongue–
those most liberating ways
of untangling ourselves.