my brain is completely flooded
i've rode this train before
to a journey laden in cumbersome foot-stomps
catching my frolic to the ground,
tumbling over some man's arms, thick-legged brawn
there is a part of me that says, 'you're too old for this'...
maybe to know better is to be declarative
and surrender to the certainties in life.
however certain and present, the tornado will follow.
it's better to live submissive instead of dismissive to the velocity of life held out in front of you...
like the last banana in the fruit bowl,
or that chocolate cake you just want to lick.
bowl to casket.
each motion a delight.