I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

They were out of .99 Red Mums. That made the self watering pot unneccesary. I finally am in the latter stages of the brick patio repairs. A hole was discovered on top of the short hill behind the side of the structure leading into the area. A river would form when it rained, leading directly to opposite corner post. The gutter itself will be ready to roll when that corner is lifted enough for the water to flow in only one direction. I wanted to be at my best the other day but failed. I know this rule is followed strictly, but you’re supposed to wait for the pedestrian to finish walking across. Three cars punched it to beat me. Two were in front with one coming up from behind. I had 17 seconds when it all started, and still 11, as the fellow swooped in from behind. After the young lady on the other busy street had done the same thing, months ago, I thought that I had recovered. She creeped up onto my ass then swooped across. When I heard this recent car doing the same thing, except in front of me this time, I started to lose it. When I turned and saw the other driver right behind her, I so toe-toe-toe-totally lost it. Another road rule involves what is termed a simultaneous turn. Whether that road that you’re turning onto is 4, 3, or even only 2 lanes, you are required to allow for that other car to turn onto that same roadway. Yes, I do mean simultaneously! If no other vehicle is competing for that farther lane, by all means, as far as I recall, you’re good. Just be aware of others that fail to realize your true intent, when it comes to maintaining your right of way, onto such a street, or highway.

From My New Poetry/Lyric, still in process; Then, through joyous occasions of a tremendous revelry, because it’s time to bite the bullet, in the cellar of your mind, the times so many rhymes, deep within man’s existence, comes ripping through the clouds, not proud, not so resistant, to muster all of the flustered coils, into a lustrous mound of ambiguity, moving in to now discover, with all of those clustered rhapsodies, and chimes, there a few times that your sad mama cried.