THE THING ABOUT THE LIFE OF A PEACH

it’s nice to have a home again. 
i’m thinking about
what it took to get here. 
i’m thinking about where
i’ve been. 

i haven’t done it alone. 

at this point it’s like being home
but not completely as i exercise good
judgment and think about karma
and other regulatory things. 

i wonder about what they meant when
they said, “family.”

there are beautiful creatures everywhere
and pages to burn everywhere.  then there
is your father with a red face 
and the entire world
on his shoulders. 

the one who made you
is worried about
the end.

the mice have betrayed him. 
they have grabbed their toes
and stained their lips with shit.
they are in a state of panic
and have perfect symmetry.

if i could i would. 

i saw a flyer today calling out
to the community to do a fundraiser
to save the stray animals. 

it said, “when times are tough
our animals suffer.”

for me it either about our animals
or they way our animals fuck like
animals and are hungry like animals
and need to eat like animals and
how nobody wants to white knuckle
their baby carriage while taking
a sunday stroll.   

nothing else matters for the
feral other than bringing the
peach home. 

the thing about the life of a peach
is at some point one realizes that
this life right here has become
the recreation.

inverted in some ways.
under thwarted in others.

shit fuck and the disco ball muse is dead. 
the pining is denied. 

again, i wonder what they meant when they
said, “family.”

the mornings are mine. 
the evenings are mine.

i refuse to deface your place of
business. 

i wish it was different and regress.

i wish you were here
with me now.  calm.
drunk as usual but
warm this time with
a glance that knows
that none of it
mattered. 

or

i will smoke here until
until ejected, replace
my sharpie with glasses,
light the fuse and thank
god for public transit,
environmentalists, the
ability to learn and
the internet.   

his red face was red. 
his blue suit was flashy and blue
and he told me that it was
time for him to come up
with a plan.   

he said, he should have done
it a long time ago but life
is full of surprises.

son, stay strong and follow
through. 

ok, pop.
it is sunday and i am soft. 

Comments

[Gianna G]

Wow! BP I think this is so fucking beautiful, sincere, and amazing!

I love the man that made you and I'm wishing him the bigger and better that disappointment can sometimes present to us when we least expect it ;)

Sometimes lame things happen for magical reasons and I will be wishing for this to be the case here too.

Thank you for this :)