Let's take a trip
back to the place where
cherry boulevard splits
and
sit down in our 'ittle reefah
seats, light a few and get
bent up |all transfixed, displaced|
from this place [mosey] to the
next
.laugh at me for saying 'mosey'.
I'll still let you go back with me
to that day when we sat on the
sidelines, because our legs were
too short and our brains to slow
to dodge the five red balls
coming
at us like ritalin and x, where
we sat waiting for the next
catch. pass|drop|hit to put us back
on the floor for round two or four
to score a few mates as we laughed
in the other teams face 'cause our
shortcomings were better.. or
at least we knew how to fix
them
each time we were allowed to step
on the wooden floor because that
was where the inner stuff that kept
us thriving was derived and the
con.sequences of ir.actions were
all conclusive 'ittle dabbles [dips]
diivess into nothing but retracted
innocence slipping and sliding across
our skin because no one actually knew
the diversion we were living or
where
to begin in trying to even name it
'twas a sin to be 'gainst what they
saw and did.. but time was traveling
freezing in their faces and the baby
who knew, was just pissing all around
causing a scene to be seen or maybe
she just had to pee and didn't know
how to not do it yet : whatever the matter,
the effect was still caused by the
unaffected |afterthought| 'i heart you'
and 'here is my card' dinner? yeah,
that prolly would have gotten a better
response
or some sort of revival.