Category: Poetry

I felt like posting something here, and no stories came to mind, so I’ll retrench into poetry. Why not?

Remember back when,

we let them work us?

Because we didn’t know better

weren’t practiced enough

too easily led.

Remember when we used to fight each other

over stupid stuff

not realizing we were like rodents at each other’s throats

while meanwhile, the hawk swooped menacingly

laughing

well, that is if hawks could laugh.

And I like hawks

I just don’t like the people in that hawk metaphor.

Remember back when

we thought we needed them?

The heavies, the big guys.

It was all so attractive, all that action.

And we thought we could really change each other

instead of changing into each other.

Now, sometimes

changing into each other

ain’t all that bad.

In fact, it’s kinda underrated

when it happens as a free-form process.

it’s the controlled version that wasn’t quite so good

not quite so happy

and the built in fighting

and the built in judging

and the built in publicity

that was too often about the fighting and the judging

that wasn’t so good.

Remember when we realized that

we didn’t have to do that

because we really didn’t need that

because what we really needed

was each other?

Pure, unadulterated, each other.

Warts and all.

So here’s to blogging the future

since it got us here

because somebody cared

and then some more people cared

and then a whole hell of a lot of more people cared

and then, one astonishing, amazing, frightening day

We were there.

We’d blogged the future, and it was us.

And none of us were the enemy anymore,

because we’d learned

that there doesn’t have to be an enemy

because life itself is enough of a hassle.

now that we spend our time

with each other

instead of alone

enemies are relegated to fairy tales

They are things to warn children about

lest they become their own enemies

that would be bad

and we understand that now.

We understand the importance of

children, and their strangeness

and how wonderful that is

instead of something to be hit.

So thanks to those people

so long ago

too long ago

who blogged the future and saw these things

and how they must be

because it had to be

because there wasn’t any other

way to do it

that worked.