Teleske's Hill

Sometimes I walk out on my newly shaped walk and just long for some movement off to the right as I bring out the quickly fading remnants of my homework to through over the edge, an edge that isn't there anymore. Sometimes I want to feel the place shake, just knowing that maybe some cop just ran into the place. Sometimes the air is thick as pea soup and you can't really walk through it but just slowly osmose. Sometimes it smells like lucky. Sometimes like green death. Sometimes all I want is a pizza in the park in the dark. Sometimes I can't help but think that everyone needs to take a break from it every once in a while. Sometimes I just want to come home to see that someone else has. Sometimes everything you wanted played can be, at the right time, even if that time is by necessity wrong. Sometimes thievery can be better described as strategic rearranging. Sometimes you don't even have to ask and you get free crazy bread. Sometimes brown can be so brown.

Sometimes gray enhances colors more than white could wish to. Sometimes you're lucky enough to find it butt freezing cold outside. Sometimes water flows. Sometimes it ebbs. Sometimes a label is all you need to turn a man into a rock. Sometimes flour and fog might as well be the same thing. Sometimes Nam was more fun than you could wish to have. Sometimes bales just move on their own. Sometimes a late night building something rarely used is more than you could ask for. Sometimes rope comes in 50 foot sections. Sometimes blacker is better. Sometimes you have to bail. Sometimes there's no way to go but black. Sometimes if you have a cow, you might as well ride it. Sometimes the plane is yours. Sometimes what you really do want is what you really do get. Sometimes the puzzle is only 9 pieces of fiberboard. Sometimes magnets are magic. Sometimes small spaces can be so big. Sometimes all you need is a lighter and an axe. Sometimes there couldn't be more stars if you asked for them. Sometimes three's company. Sometimes pool is all you need. Sometimes Mr. Tercel lives. Sometimes your feet can't take you far enough. Sometimes if you had anymore time on your hands you'd be an architect. Sometimes spacing makes things more palatable. Sometimes there really is a storm brewing.

Sometimes if you survive you can go sledding tomorrow. Sometimes it takes five hours for the sun to set. Sometimes you get a smile. Sometimes people know the inside from the out. Sometimes you can please everyone. Sometimes it's just you and a rock and the moon. Sometimes the grass is there. Sometimes lightning is dry. Sometimes you run out of time. Every now and then you just know again.