Swing In A Tree: 2012-06-10

Thursday, June 14, 2012

words

scratched out

circled

jotted to the side

in the margins

illusive thoughts

vanishing

into mists

never taking form

mistakes

creating

transforming

white noise

into harmony

All the monthly numbers line up as pretty as can be.

Adding and subtracting, calculating effortlessly.

Projecting into the future, making a studied plan.

Predicting misadventures—like when the shit hits the fan.

The broken pipe that floods the house, and then the leaking roof

join up with the shredded tire, and united stand in proof

that budgets act as guidelines, and can’t always be obeyed.

The surprising ups and downs of Life just get in the way.