Monday, October 3, 2011

Day 363: Brass Tacks

Don’t plague your head about it.
A fool’s gold is a bucket of kisses.
And an empty pocket of promises.
Love will turn anyone into a fool.
There’s not a soul that can escape it.
So walk on.
Never mind the rocks in your shoes.
If you feel the pain, that’s good, Son.
They’re just there to remind you that your feet work.
And they’ll take you far from the dirt of this old town.
Far away from the devil and the locks and chains that hold you down.
Let the ocean sting your eyes instead of tears, Son.
Feel the shift in the current of air as you get in close.
And then swim.
Heart open.
Arms flailing.
If the day comes where the water rises high above your head... shine.
Shine like you ain't ever seen a day of rain.
Just don’t plague your head about it.
A fool’s gold is a bucket of kisses.
And an empty pocket of promises.


1 comment:

  1. Gah, that's all wonderful. You can feel the words pulling you forward ... xx

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