The rain came in the darkness. We were tucked away inside. Away from pain and treason. The voices rose outside. Was blood and pain on the sidewalk. There was yelling in the air. The dripping sounds were soft as dew. I slept without a care.
It’s Day 1 of the new world.
Nothing much here has changed.
Still staring at this strange abyss.
Where all seems prearranged.
Except the future and the children.
Where so much can happen yet.
The bookies are all lined up.
Still hedging on a bet.
I am deliriously happy in spite of the efforts of others as this joy seems challenged at every possible point…
I don’t know why others want to pee on my fab attitude; so I just cut that shite off at the pass and hide my humble giggles behind this mask of serious repose.
Now you know.
There’s drama at the schoolyard.
My girl has gotten sick.
There’s no waiting for the bus to come.
It’s Daddy please come quick.
So I fly in like a hero.
Cause that’s what Hero’s do.
She smiles when she sees me.
And no one’s feeling blue 💙
There was optimism at the terminal.
Hope and sunshine filled the air.
All the buses are running on time.
No counter has checked the fare.
All smiles and nods and greetings!
It’s almost too much to take.
I can sense a change in Government.
Not a difference it will make.
I wanted to erase the name and keep the message…
My daughter heard my intentions and said, “Don’t you want a reminder of your mistakes?”
Wise for 9 years old.
Let ‘Finn the Ferret’ out of his cage for a run…
Feed the cat.
Put Finn back in cage because he won’t stay downstairs…
Do the dishes.
Anyone looking for a free ferret in the Toronto area?
You know I started slowly; never wanted just to fetch.
You seem so calculated, a disease I mustn’t catch.
It never seemed so worthy, just to take for takings sake.
I was holding out for something more as I was learning how to take.
Or maybe I’m a giver; you see Givers sometimes give.
My gift to you is that I’m gone, and now we both can live.
She stepped into the barroom, I was sipping on my milk.
One of us in the wrong place, her voice like faded silk.
She said, ” I’m pretty sure I know you.” I said, “Yes your name is Sage.”
“I knew you when I was younger, when red hair was all the rage.”
She smiled but looked distant, no clear details to recall.
I left her on that barstool, not going back and that is all.
I’ve had this running battle.
Avoiding normal was a fued.
On the farm with hay and cattle.
Not gonna be that dude.
A one way ticket to the town.
Now it’s years since I am here.
With all the crazy going around.
I want normal now I fear.