( Drinking with Skunk )
The line of those willing to take
credit for your labors is a long one. And twice as insincere. Never make it
look too easy, otherwise they think it is. Pretty soon, they think, well
hell, anyone can do this shit. That’s the
end. Diving on your own petard. ( bang ).
Can’t blame them. Life is hard
enough, and you’re lucky to be where you are, if you’re safe and loved, it’s
not a bad place to be, really….but then you got to hang on to it. There are
things you are responsible for. What if you fuck up? Then what? I
mean…Who is it …sticks out their neck? Who just does it ?…. without question, choice, or a thought. Find
them, follow them, stay close unless there’s trouble. If there’s trouble drop
back, less there be shrapnel. But if you sense victory, get in tight enough to
shake the hands and take the pats. All along, just be aware of those that would
step over your bones to feel the glow. So…? Fuck it. The past is the past. Those games have been played.
The efforts long ago exerted, quietly dissipated like the sweat it took to
accomplish… accepting 'forgetting', if not 'forgiving'. Memories, now vapor, not
worth regretting. Time is in the doing…something you pass through to get where
you are.
So where are you? Have you a
clue?
I’m sittin’ here talkin’ to you.
Right, you are.
Hell, we’re okay!
Right, again. You ready to go
home?
I thought I made that abundantly clear.
Is that what that was?
Check please.
V
