Turn Left To Make a Right Turn

storm in the air and loud thunder but as I recall it was a sunny day puffy clouds that spelled your future but not mine, not ours gates locked because the truth was a fire hazard I said I would help I said my pleasure I said I was happy for you feelings are only for the weak they said you don’t look up enough when you’re driving you laugh too much at the radio and because you can’t sing I don’t think you noticed the sign on route 24 read ‘merge’ I wasn’t really smiling of course I didn’t want that that stinging feeling bumblebees on honey suckles it’s just that sometimes you help another to get another cunning foxes and Aesop told me so I was well written but an unused book always claiming to myself I would be read tomorrow now I sit in the passenger seat my thoughts in murky moonstones listening to your lovely terrible singing I think you learned how to turn left in order to make a right turn