It’s not a new substance when I alter its form
it is the same evening
as if nothing has happened before
even though I thought what happened is what changes things
I had a moment that the thing I knew then was all that I had to do was be myself for things to go my way
it’s not as good as the original
so someone just markets it that way
come relive with the living
life is better when you look at it and cover one eye
I think laughter
is the one think that doesn’t see enough time
the fire keeps burning
and the water runs slow
it’s the same escape
it’s the same trap
as The Roadrunner Bugs Bunny Hour
river beds run dry and erode
and they cave in if you don’t watch your step
doing what I should be doing
well let’s step back and say
- there is nothing that is certain
- there is nothing that is normal
Ordinary is pretty fucking sweet/Do not think of the future
I can keep up
just so I can get ahead
the same as what I did yesterday
kind of happy, sadly strange
there’s the same list
there are goals and there are targets
there are tasks and withdrawals and deposits
it’s the same list that’s not a list anymore
just written on too many double printed paper
getting ahead feels like spinning
landslide
bank and then back left pocket
a beer, a hug and be fine
it’s just my vision is starting to change
I can do nothing
I can go nowhere
and life begins to become full of habit
and yeah, that’s what I am really talking about
the pain and suffering
of life’s journey
tangled in shoe strings
that are left all over the planet
it’s become a new lonely
but it’s not the same planet as before
and really all there is to say is
to say
who’s the person who actually got it right before?
Ah! I agree with Michael…and the haunting part is that it is so darn familiar to me!! It’s hard to pick out certain lines of this one…because they all ring with truth and clarity!! Sending warm thoughts, dear Harlon!! ♡
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Another haunting reflection, Harlon. You start with a block of raw human experience, and carve it up into nuance and familiarity– as if it were the easiest thing… Nothing is certain, but the fucking sweetness of the ordinary. It is always even more obviously so, after sitting here with you for a moment…
Peace
Michael
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