living a Les Baxter summer
so dramatized
with John across from me
riffing like it’ll be the last time he’ll hear
his favorite song
“because while our feet are still on earth
nothing is of worth
and the second our feet step out of this world,
it’ll all stop. "
but never mind him and all of that…
now I'm on the couch
reading a book that isn’t that good
flipping through the sunlit pages till dawn,
and i can’t give up on the book because i have a one hundred page rule
i won’t let it go until i read one hundred pages
i wish i had some type of rule like that for other things
i get bored so fast and stop even faster if something just doesn’t work out
though i don’t like being labeled as someone who gives up easily
i prefer something along the lines of
“a person who knows exactly what they want for themselves so they let go of things they don’t like really really fast,”
but a person who gives up easily
i guess applies too
and then I’m back in the real world again
away from my thoughts
my hearings back and John’s still riffing
it’s a little before sunset and I’m starting to get hungry
craving overcooked beef stew over white jasmine rice
and dreaming of the day
we start thinking of only what we have now
like my favorite record that i haven’t spun in a while
nothing of tomorrow
just this