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Month: September, 2012

And every morning she made him a sandwich.
But she wasn’t there to clean up the mess so somebody else did.
And they had two sandy tanned girls
With hair the color of ocean foam that nobody likes.
And sometimes they would go on vacation
And at the rest stops the girls would fight over corn nuts
And he would be tired because work hardly gave him breaks
So he would walk over to the park benches
And roll a cigarette
And she would sit in the passenger seat
And watch the condensation roll down the inside of the car window
And cry for a white picket fence.

I’ve been thinking today. Here’s all I could come up with.

Does life always stay this shitty or does it get better?

Will I wrestle with new angels or did my young demons just grow up?

An experience or encounter can lead to a relationship. If I have no encounter, then I have more trouble with the relationship. If I do not have the capacity to receive love in that relationship, how can I give it? And if I cannot receive love at all, then what’s the point of living?

Do questioners ever stop questioning?

Please let me know if you have the answers to all of life’s questions, I would like to meet you.
If you can hear me God, I could really use some help right now.
Feel free to call and leave a voicemail.
Beep.