Angles

Directions bent in sudden hard changes,

world falling of kilter before the eyes

doors left ajar by the jolted reality,

walk feeling slightly dizzy from the angle,

gravity and balance skewed to please.

 

It was so easy to feel that off centered stance,

was the perfection and paragon of our truth,

because life was out of control,

never other than slipping off some ledge.

 

At least my buddy’s verbal tool of leveling

made it so and it all seemed so real,

while we titled our behavior and slide our minds

so what was off center

had its own sense of normalcy.

 

Heart filled with pride,

insides a glow with freedom

to heck with what was acceptable

we were going to strut by our own position,

no matter how crooked it seemed.

 

For a miniscule season of bliss

there was euphoria in our veins

from this passage by our will

along that degree of difference,

blessed to feel so independence.

 

Death came to our defiance,

some dozer raked over our fantasies,

but when you’re fifteen

nothing seems to make sense

and everything is sideways,

only problem is parents

have their own tools

for making sure you eventually

are forced to stand upright.