A Message To the Kid
Its that long haul now kidder, the big old whistle is whining calling you out into the wild.
The smell of change is running through the silky-smooth comfort, a drop of raw red blood in a cup of cool water! You can almost taste in your eyelids as a thousand ropes hang in front of you some running all the way up to ziplines where scenes whizz by quicker than a streak of lighting reflected in an oil slick.
Others hang slumped from rocks where the view is vast and endless but after a short while becomes a numbing normality you will either be drilled into the ground with warm pillows and blankets an left stuck to an arm chair or be sprung back up a stick of dynamite up your arse and a short fall into a pit of such mystery you might as well tattoo your self with question marks .
You’ll find many of these ropes are barbed with thorns an all manner of sharp shards.
Prepare to be thirsty and get ready for being lost and at a loss as you grab a few of those ropes to find they are vines swinging you to waterfalls where gorgeous temptations dance naked and oiled with eyes that could strip you too the bone and wash your soul with a cold shower !
Do not wait up buddy its all yours and the rules are everywhere watch out for tripped wires and potholes and keep in mind there’s always a lesson waiting at the end of some stranger’s tongue
remember Evan the cruellest hearted saw headed bull can be a teddy bear and the smallest unimpressive mouse can accomplish feats that would impress the gods themselves!
Hitch a ride into firework displays and grab that comets tail or dig deep and tunnel through to come up smelling of roses with a smile so wide you could split your cheekbones in two!
Tie your laces , tie a tie or tie a lover and lick warm honey off her thigh fall in love an loosen up get your hands dirty for a mate straighten up and put your Sunday best on the next day an be the gent at the dinner party !
Copyright © Will Church | Year Posted 2020
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