the text to say you tripped
be more careful you see I don’t want to land at some
regional
airport just to come
and slap you for falling down getting injured don’t
you know what love
means to me the kind
of mad unconditional
drive up the
coast love that you hand out
like a fresh jonquil I am
Helen Keller’s hand
beneath the pump old
woman always listening
inside this
snail-brain vault for what makes the humans whirr and
tick your flash against my
palm don’t fall
ReplyDeleteMarvellous those people who work tirelessly at the Dept of the Bleedin' Obvious.
Fall when you want to...just pick yourself up again.
:)
Nice one!
ReplyDeleteFrom tramal to tripping ... well, a different type - another great poem. Love the endings with the whirring and ticking, 'your flash agaimst my palm don't fall' - powerful way to end it.
ReplyDeleteHaha Kristen the Tramal it so often leads to tripping! I am a 'one' for falling and breaking my bones.
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