Scrambled
With Michigan lakes and scrambled radio sounds.
It continued.
Memories dumped out at night.
Which falls with gravity too.
We left it behind like a lifeboat.
And saved the gravel from the driveway.
It’s like joining the circus.
You just happen to stumble into that life.
We left.
When it all snapped like an old hammock.
The memories stumble around sometimes.
Lead us like gravity.
My car drove us fast.
Dumped us like weird sludge.
Seemingly drove off without us.
So we got drinks from the gas station.
When our car left us.
We felt safe, like there was a raft close by.
But this is a place filled with gravel and potholes.
So we agreed to pay and walk into the distance.
We paid.
Like gravity pays for things.
He does every other time.
So we are friends.
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