Meanderin' whichever way.

It's like the Mets calling off a game
because of rain.

(hah! Like they'll ever win anyways?)



It's not the lack of passion of the play
It's not of their ability for pratice.

But if they don't wait,
or buy themselves into
a team of the willing,
then it'll never be.


(so odd to talk in parables of different time
and of different lives, but... well, ya know)


But soon!


Soon, the day of redemption.
My sweet lord - less than two
whole
days
away.

From the work week
and the times you've said too much.

("you've" being the singular "I've")

I'll keep it together,
and quiver in a way
such as
   a
badly made; jello mold.
Manhattan in flavor,
perhaps just a bit more cherry and bitters than the normal choice.

It could (will!!) be fun,
and a good ride.

Just waiting to see where we'll go

(the unique "we")

The unique "I".
Meanderin' whichever way.