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Monday, Sept. 01, 2008 - 11:39 p.m.

Small Life, Big Expectations
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Two days vacation
visiting friends who just
moved to a town close by
they deserted the city
for small town life--
they agree that big city life is
too grungie
too perverted
too expensice
too chaotic
to bother with anymore-
and that an affordable little place
with a yard and some trees
close to bigger free nature
with a garden and no hassle friends
where your cat matters more
than a CD collection
is definatelty the way to go

I am so glad that good people
are diving out of babylon
to join me in paradise
and surrender to happiness

so we decided to
friend it up a little
over the long weekend
and do the small town thing:
hike,/ pic nic. /
explore small wonders at hand
take lots of art photos
draw pictures, talk to strangers
seeek out, and look up the identity
of wild mushrooms
indulge in something meaningful
after a dinner made up of
farmers market purchases
then enjoy the sunset..
go to bed happy
dream of more wonders to embrace
no regrets, no envy

no culture that isn't rendered
by our own hand
no expenses that are not
just for raw materials
no expectaions based on
advertising
little town life requires
full time validity hunting
and anyone who fails
ends up in a bar as a regular
or in trouble of some sort
nuts and pining to be lost in a city
where someone they don't know
will be able to understand them
by selling them something
no body really wants

ya so when i get back
Taser is here waiting for me'
a little lonely after spending
two whole days here alone
but after some vigerous hugs
he is ready to be wonderful again'
and we mooch a lift down to the lake
so he can dance in the sunset
smell the lake breeze
and harass the dogs on leashes
from the lakeside boulders

two friends appear
with sparkling new hand drums
they just bought and tuned up
so we listen to am impromptue
lakeside paradise drum concert
which excites Taser
after two boring days alone
so he races and runs
back and forth between everybodys feet
and stares wide eyed at the blurr
of happy hands wacking drums
as seagulls dive for treasure flotasm
and the water chums pleasantly
while the sun disappears over the water
in a vast dazzle of hot pink and turquoise

Taser sneaks through the bushes
with tiger like stealth
hunting bugs and mice
as jungle drums beat
and the crickets chorus shrill
to welcome sweet September

my friends are his friends
they love and honour him'
as he, the same in return

the night is alive with fat moths
all apparently eager to die and be eaten
Taser is happier here
than anywhere else on earth

then we ,mooch a lift back at dark
and unceremoniously
dumped in the driveway scoot indoors
i open a small can of tuna
for the resident red lion
and he graciously accepts it

all is well on paradise
Taser jumps on my desk
to let me smell his mouth'
divine tuna breath
just to let me know its all gone
but that everything is wonderful again




 

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