Muy Stupid Mouth Flip. Just like the page of a book.

Chapter begun chapter ended here we are, moments blended into a soup like chowder really. Chunks and bumps so gewy feeling under my palette, on top my tongue, new life found like the creatures become it's next self, cacoon no more, old empty bottle washed onto the shore and broken open, blank poems now spoken, lay it to rest, for the best, so tomorrow can start. Move on, move strong, pack bags and boxes, open windows as books and share what cooks your insides, so alive, just like a swarming beehive so you jive and dance as this old dance ends. New show, same day, nothings actually changed, just numbers that lettered as you sit and fetter away, the days that still pass through that looking glass so forget what used to make you swoon and sway, it's time to start time again.

The show ended last night and I will always cherish the wonderful heartful of friends I made in the process. Now its time to move, many times in a row until I decide not to move anymore. First down the street, then across town, nect down the coast, and then who knows. Hopefully I will find many more friends, dance that fulfills me, and parks for Gus. I love his playful spirit. As I type he is hiding around the corner of the bed and jumping out to suprise the cat. Oh that kid  ¶ 8:40 PM 4 Comments