Havin' a classy...

I am learning to be comfortable with the idea that life can be uncomplicated (or less complicated,) exciting, full of bubbles, sunshine, vintage aprons and defined by the desire to twirl in the streets. Unadulterated glee and constant joy via the fanciest boy to ever say "I love you." Maybe I am amazed...

Sigh.

I imagine right now you're like a Cure song wrapped in vintage window dressing material, eating blueberry pancakes on pink plates in a wildflower field bathed in sunshine.

 

A Coney Island of the Mind

I stumbled upon this book of poetry by Lawrence Ferlinghetti when I was about 14. It has followed me since.

No. 21
She loved to look at flowers
smell fruit
And the leaves had the look of loving

But halfass drunken sailors
staggered thru her sleep
scattering semen
over the virgin landscape

At a certain age
her heart put about
searching for lost shores

And heard the green birds singing
from the other side of silence