- Immaturity -
It's been awhile since we've talked.
You check in from time to time,
so do I.
But we don't turn over rocks
like we used to.
Is that era gone forever?
Anyway, I find myself unhappy
Not because of us, or because of you,
just for no particular reason
beyond, maybe,
reminding me how great the unsad times are
when they are there in the natural sunlight
winning pennants and baring breasts
like the boys (and girls) of summer.
I guess this is my first away from your friendly confines.
My first without you behind the pentagon
coaxing me to trade a tick
off my lefty heater
for more leverage, poise,
and control.
Just kidding! You aren't my Campanella, you weren't paralyzed
in a car accident, and we were never
that big of a deal.
Just secret friends who still bicker and fight
tormenting each other for the joys of tormentation
!(and its aftermath).!<
Posted Jul 18, 2022, 8:30 PM UTC
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