My Former Typical Sunday In Another Lifetime
two cookie shakes on sunday
is all i can afford
an old 1988 walkman blasting oldies in my ear
is my la-z-boy recliner
offensive and stinking....halitosis while thinking
is the norm of my current existence
yet i know one day i will find an escape that will reshape
my life etched in permanence
the bargain movie is about to start
i better head on over to the theater before somebody takes my favorite spot
tears never fall
i never bang my head against any type of wall
for i know there will be hope because i always claim it
i guess i will head to the driveway of my Mother's house around 10:30 or 11:00
she is usually asleep by then
as the moon tells me a bedtime story as i lay facing her in the backseat of my old ford taurus, not one tear falls
however, an uncontrollable smile appears
i think about those two cookie shakes....MAN WERE THEY GOOD!
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
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