crooked wood

i remember how it was way back then - those years - those intersections near the old house the winding turning paths the tempting paths all leading back to the old red and white barn - the old house with the crooked floors the crooked doors everything crooked twisted metal warped wood - i'm goin' way back now - back to crooked wood

i remember how it was way back then - those years - back when pride borrowed significance from the meaning of love stole relevance from the meaning of love you two all dressed up in your third class floral gowns those foreign tongues those lips those dirty class words - i'm goin' way back now - back to crooked wood

i remember how it was way back then - those years - how 'bout you? you remember those days? the two of you and your bitter fingernails those straight lipped stern faced stone cold statues still framed statues inhaling that urban bustling air into those rural peasant lungs frozen in time - i'm goin' way back now - back to crooked wood


i remember how it was way back then - sitting suspiciously under the shabby veranda that hung from the old house like a broken branch in a windstorm clinging desperately clutching desperately to the old house like a fading memory slipping off the slippery slip of the membrane brain - draining - all those thougths but that's goin way back now - back to crooked wood

i remember how it was way back then - those dark hollow staircases tunnels marked with glowing lights emanating from cracks from spaces behind wooden railings - dancing shadows flickering shadows all pressed up against the walls begging for a few crumbs of air to feed the starving screams- but that's goin way back now - back to crooked wood

i remember how it was way back then - those chrome bikes and dorset blocks backyard clocks ticking sweating running about buzzing about peering through clouds of dusk bugs kicking fences busted shed windows all locked up with the hammers and nails but that's goin' way back now - back to crooked wood

here now. you two. some life later. sitting. like then. under the old newly pained veranda. those moments. fly by before our eyes. fall down before our eyes. like those chestnuts. back in '83. cut the trees down we did. but that's goin' way back now. hmm. way back.

back to crooked wood.