nickels and dimes
when I didn’t rightly count the fleas. who’d guess the sorrow that would make. when the salad went into the freezer to crisp it up. how well that went you can guess. when the choice seemed make rockets or radios, yet choosing either was as far off course as off could be. when a kiss took hours to arrive, although truth is, it was years. when driving forty miles and forgetting the marriage rings seemed obstacle rather than omen. dumb. and yea, after-the-fact, that marriage wasn’t worth much even melted down. (insult to injury) saying yes to one because I said no to another, when I should’a said nothing to anyone, (or everything) too much pizza, yea, it really is a sin, although a small one, unless it’s large. telling stories inside my head when the world is outside, like it always is. crashing can get to be a habit. cars shouldn’t assume some shapes. giving the baby freedom to roll is not always the best idea. reality is bigger than we (me) sometimes (always) imagine it. there, that’s a better reveal of truth than I usually suggest. countless important pieces of paper I’ve lost. taking a back seat to riotous desire, because like they say, hands on the wheel, ten and two o’clock. please. but no blaming me alone because we all do it too. maybe you’re doing it right now. it’s like dodgeball without the ball. creaking bones say childish choices are in the jeans. say fences are just pockets turned inside out.
forgive what the river does.
there, that’s important too, but pointless saying why.
neil reid © november 2011
minor confessions. nothing much more than autumn leaves. and while seeming long long since a last poem, (mostly) true to my word, write when you wanna and don’t when you don’t. no fair beating yourself up for the truth. yet writing is how I measure time (little as I do recall) so not writing gets rather odd (fish out of water like they say). and confessions, yea, don’t count for much but sometimes stirring the mud is what you do, stick in hand. it’s just something to write till better words come along.