johnsonboy

Flowers spin through me
(last night you said I was dangerous)
today a crow stopped to caw
"everything is delicate just now"
later it will all harden
(because you might want me)
but you said 'don't wait,
don't wait for me
I'll call.' Because you don't know
what you want right now
maybe just a little voice
and later a smile
but that's all.
Rose petals break loose
in spring wind
and drive holes in my skin
but I don't care
I like it a little bit,
it's like a small storm
only I make note of.


I'm feeling a little rank today, like an unbroken horse. My brother would be inclined to shoot me.
I just might go an a little stampede and break up the corral, like the good old days.
I'm getting that old "time to slink cautiously out of sight" feeling too.