Twiddly

I watched a day dream slip and pass along in the skies currents, soft rustling ascension into the transparent blue, we keep length by day and time, sorrow, kept long during our stretches of words, arms, thoughts, all transient and imperfect, stuttered words to bring the colour into the day and shade in the shadows, failing to keep within the lines at the dawn and the dusk, where lucid light grasps one another together furiously dancing along the sprectrum and bows known to them, show me your finest love and I’ll show you a reason why, creatures crawling through burrows, searching out herbs for their friends, to bring them luck, fortune and most of all health, beat, beat, beat, beat, felt as one stomps upon everyone’s personal pair of marching drums known as lungs, bang loudly upon the drum and make a rythm for yourself, the heart now metronome and grand keys and tempos scrawled along pages of music unfurled in the nervous system, long standing bars from old conversations down to the old beats we used to walk together, the warm scent of bread in the crisp night air, undisturbed by traffic and vehicles, we saw the world for it’s space and still the memory forces us to focus on the walls, undisturbed that is save for the click, click, clicking of the chain bitten by a circle of teeth attached to a single set of bipedals, pedals individually, together though, all the hills, cresents and descents read and recalled by the wheels, memories sketched in rubber and tread, always cycling endless, perpetual, constant, continual, unending, trick and pluck the strings to sing ourselves to solace in the everdrawing ending to each day. 

Guess what was in the cookie I was given?

People really ought to be more detailed.

I asked; "What type of cookie?"

"Anzac with a chocolate coat" said Bastard Face.

Not ‘Marijuana’, which would have helped me a bit more in my decision as to whether or not to have a cookie.