January 2008

Somehow this is new I don't see and change crystalized memories frost the car and a fresh 8 will not change the sweaty smile the beating heart will not silence that racing mind and chiming thoughts wondering containment and how best to pry.  Something real and somehow I must change shag my hair sparkle my moth but the surgery affecting my spine aligned  me with thoughts and words different changing from liquid to rigid. So this is the new year and I don't feel any different the clanking of crystal explosions off in the distance exploit my will like the snowman you left me for spark into a better way a life of dancing and never showering of joyful music and a free spirit everything ever dreamed will happen he will fade and then summer glee will arrive with water ballons hitting the straw and grass with the glorious sky above and then sink into ease and transformed back into a dancer. You were lost for a while, morphed by a forced metal bar from the loose formation into an actor. Return to the beginning, let your limbs fly to gypsy music and wear your fathers Grateful Dead shirt givin after his cycle of youth competed, explore the homes that were out of reach and then find that little place that was chiming the who time not to rationalize and just leap.  The year escalades into the las months where piles of phone hours from stories everything races fleeing flying faster then you hands can grace and wait but too late too late now she sleeps the sleep of death from which there is no waking.  Suddenly January is here and what have you to show the same pebble where you were last year recovering and saying that you have a resolution of change and an escape plan that will outlast the wittiest wills and now it's January and everything is fresh but the memories and touches still remain like the oils of there fingerprints grey smudges upon your brain and suddenly you realize that it is the same again.