i've discovered the religion
of sock-wearing pilgrims
but my tattered old chucks
(with the writing on each side)
kick butt
over patent leather imitations.
the rain comes and goes
the blue sky is a tease
the grass is greener than hell;
the leaves are tiny, slivered, and browning nicely--
they gather in sheets
on the rhodes college streets
and are fun to kick in the morning.
i'm no longer stressed
about boys.
i'm actually quite fond of them
but it's not how it used to be
and just when things were starting
to get interesting..
but it's all good
and i'm still writing
wasting the most wunnerful years of my life
in front of a screen--
my fingers on keyboards,
tapping my thoughts clean away.
i cannot stay long
italian is calling my name
and i must go play nintendo
late tonight
with the boy of my used-ta-be dreams.
ciao, ashley :)