Conversations with Mother

The life that was deposited
Then sharp pin-pricks under the ribs
Like a bird trying desperately
To remove itself
From a bad situation
Getting caught on hinges and knobs
Making an escape
Through a pin-hole
From a pin-prick
Then becoming pin-sized
Or realizing that's the fates
Or fares for travel
Finding sizable peace
Still breathing hard though

I'll come grab you
I'll get you no matter what
If you decide to flee
I will protect you
On the other side of shore
Other-shore-side
I will be there
With protective rain gear
And perhaps a knife
We can start a fire
Right there on the beach
And yell Sucker
or Suck It
Whatever you want
We can dance like Jim Morrison
Or roast marshmallows
But once we return
To what is normal life
In big cities
You must prepare emotionally
Rent is killer

Not sure how we're going to liquidate
All the things we have
Easier would be to liquefy
But that has got to be costly
And probably illegal
The amount of energy that would take
It's mind boggling
Yes, liquidation is probably better
In this specific situation
After which we will be lighter
Maybe we'll want to go drinking
Could even go straight from airport
The world can be oysterous
When your expectations are low
It can be cantankerous
If you pin it to your back
With hooks or staples
Or pins
Like a cape
But different
The energy you get back
A small siphon from the original
Dripping and drabbing
It's all slowly when it's not a main source

The lady that came before you
I know she liked to make me laugh
I'm not going that detailed
But she used to make her face clownish
She would pretend to blow out candles
She would do this while she was driving
I can't remember what she used to call herself
In her deepest pin-hole
That pin-tunnel that leads to
Pin-Main-Street
A few simple broadway marquis
Several restaurants
Flower shoppes, chocolatiers
And, voilá
You can't ship back through a pin-hole
These so called vendors
They take days or weeks
If you are not there to receive
You forfeit automatically

Then with you
And then you with me
Intention and execution are hard things to deal with
We leave markers
Let each other know how we feel
But in the end
It's a garden flag
Shame it wasn't the week before
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6.11.13

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