Word Salad

Lately it seems my spoken sentences are not working out structurally.

Words blurt out of sequence: I feel the thoughts in my head pushing at each other, the Katzenjammer Kids, each clamoring to be first to say words.

On paper, I’m solid. In real life lately, not so much.

Sometimes life leaves me wondering,

Like when I reach into a drawer for drawers & find

Only leaves to wear.

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Combing through sands of other times, I found myself repeatedly

In figurine form: Carol married & bringing home the dry cleaning;

Carol in motion, her mind ever faster than the physical –

I realize I cannot go there again, even for some life lesson.

That one-time slog was enough & ‘learned me a lesson I won’t forget.’

Already forgotten.

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I don’t so much as ride the purple sage as burn it in seashells

Outward is back-shelved for now ~

No red bridges for me

More dry arroyos & sudden torrents.

I have not ridden the range

So much as sidled up to it once in awhile,

Maybe said, ‘Howdy!’

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