Shattered and Stretched

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I wrote this for no known reason while cleaning the bathroom. Posting for no reason other to get it down of small sheets of paper.


Shattered and Stretched

Like a wind across a bay
A nite is nite and
a day is a day.
Pine-ing away
I'm stretched and I'm frayed
Shattered
Like the old street I grew up on.......
remember that the tree that grew around your house
The one your memories are stored in
Is the one that will point you out and the memories will find you.
The child inside you still runs the streets
and the tv screen that is your heart...
reruns it over and over as you look in the mirror
You are that tree..........
And when you dance with the past
There's a chance you'll wind up on the street of your past
Asking do the stars in the sky mean anything to you
They're just stories.
Your fourth chapter you rewrote
after the 15th time
your heart broke
They're just stories.
And that's how life is when you get used to it
Not like when you swung on a tree
Now you swing on pages of stories
Life is not worth your while
Like rings of smoke you casually blow into the air.
Will it ever really be alright to
keep that memory in plain sight
A box of letters keeps it tucked away.
Shattered and stretched like skin in the final days
Close the eyes and wander a street of final dreams
That's the place where things go right
Raise a glass and be happy for happy people
Happy people on cruises and wall street...
So perfect and wonderful with shining white teeth
You can't imagine their trees and streets where they grew
Raise your glass and laugh
Your refill is on it's way
Get thru yet another day
Get thru another day
Get thru another day
Raise your glass and laugh
Shattered and stretched
Shattered and stretched
Shattered and stretched
Another day.
 
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You wrote it on toilet paper?

Sounds a bit concerning actually... you alright?
I'm fine. I just have these 'pockets' of memory/feelings that come out when I'm idle. This was one of them. It was like Summer of '42 meets bathroom cleaning meets a memory/feeling meets a train of disjointed thought. It's kinda like a song if you're a crooner and inside my head. Thoughts are like storms sometimes. And the images they put forth are hard to pinpoint in words. We can only do our best...heeee
 

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I'm always amazed at how clearly my mind works when engaged in mindless tasks like cleaning or painting. I wish I could reliably summon that level of concentration when sitting at my computer with a deadline looming.

Of course, "Shattered and Stretched" could describe my date last Friday morning, but that's another topic :wink:
 

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Am I sick?

I thought you were going to be telling us about the great sex you just had and how it tired you out...

Sometimes, I scare myself !
 

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Am I sick?

I thought you were going to be telling us about the great sex you just had and how it tired you out...

Sometimes, I scare myself !


Unfort. I haven't had that delicious knife in awhile. Tho that memory tears thru me alot hopefully I'll get a new experience to ricochet thru my mind like a sweaty New Orleans nite soon!
 

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Sterling Avenue

When the motors are running and your hearts gunning
For a space..where you are just you...
What are you going to be doing?
It's the time you spent on Sterling Avenue.
That sent you right
Thru the roof
and you
Knew life was
clean, shiney and rust-proof.

Walk your street
So dark and so grim
Can't wait to get home
I'm fooling me
Mr Grimm

It's Life on Sterling Avenue
A bowl of fun
A bowl of Hell!
it made your split personality ring the bell!
Ring it! Ring it!
The bell of protection.
Life on Sterling Avenue!
It's great! Parents galore..
It's all a bbq and fawning on kids some more.
Ahh parents love their kids
*no a lemon, not a lime*
Marriage was their dream that brought them from a shiney light to a dark bridge
*no a lemon, not a lime*
The musty New England cellar wa the clubhouse
Whip
Crack
Whip
The friends you find there are the people of the playroom.
Sterling Avenue
Sterling Avenue
Life was fun there
Life was fine there
They told me it was
I was assured it was
Even as parents toasted their friends
I
was
Lying and crying
i was
Hoping somewhere
I would be
heard.

Life on Sterling Avenue
I was
Hiding inside a skin that was
So thin and so....

Life on Sterling Avenue
hiding when my dad would
Come home and
Hit my mom so hard my head hurt
and
Life on Sterling Avenue
We had a beautiful lawn
so perfectly manicured and daddy's
Salarie so ultra blue
and
Perfect
and where did it al go wrong?

I love my special hiding place
All the lies the hassle, al the dross of life.
There's this thing...this thing!
I swear it has wings. Glorious wings
when you're a small person trying to hide.
It's GLORIOUS!
It covers you
It makes you laugh.
It's your friend.
And best of all ONLY you can see it.

Life on Sterling Avenue.