Admittable Grievances

Most people in this country wouldn’t know how to love if,

It bit ‘em in the ass and said ‘here’s how.’

Somehow they’d still miss the lesson, then the love-with-the-question ‘I’m available for office hours if you need more help?”

But then the person in this country might say, “No I’m busy.”

And the business at play is something like horizontalism and, well, sighing at the ceiling.

Misguided yes, a walking ticking little light bulb, always signaling their turns, people slinging their metallic weight around them, above the speed limit.

They remain uncertain if the “love class” is worth their time, The air is cold outside now, that silence when they can hear the rubber sole on pavement, the rustle of the dried palm tree fronds as they brush against the phone line, now is the time to wander, so they start wandering forever, then they stand still and the swirl of the rippled vision of nowness so consumes them that it makes them live in the past, the nostalgic destination of just one second ago, it was all going right just one second ago.

Everything subsequent, to-do lists emblazoned on a bandolier that one will step forward onto ground as of yet not present, the eager crowd behind them, saying that the step of faith shall be rewarded, repeating it as they witness the faulty bridge-stander descend 85 feet into the chasm, as the would-be bridge stander has their clothes ripple, flap, and wave farewell to observers.

Harry Potter lies face down deflated in front of Santa’s sleigh, on top of the eerie white stones, the inescapable hum of some motor somewhere, turning fermented life into lighting. Yet alchemy always costs. Hope at bay that the world’s blue and white were worth it.

“Love Class” must wait, they have to record their dreams, they have to make sense of the volcanic rock given to them by some kind passerby with no eyebrows, how it gave them the ability to fly around so that they might travel to Japan, while in Japan they try to sneak a puff of tetra-hidracannabinol at the carnival thus leading to swift imprisonment, upon release the expatriate experience parleys into an eatery where the west meets the east,

Then we all play ring around the rosary.