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Tyler Jones Feb 2021
Mindblooms
Teenage train rides
Double triple lives
Speeding to ninth
Everything has a price
Had to come up, bake up back ups
Had to learn to burn, to fight
Fight for myself
Tipped my hat and fell off the highest shelf
Caught a ride in the rain
Got crazy enough to change
Heard a song in seashell
Some kind of sounds that words couldn’t tell
But now I wish at every well
Like I’m ringing OZ’s bell

They weren’t listening so we started spinning
Getting dizzy and ditzy
Dizzy till we forgot how to feel
How to feel real
Maroon and teal
Learning to deal
Skins peel
Lines reel
Tire marks, static and steel
Aluminum ultimatums
That’s all they gave us
Sundried roses in our manic hands
Left the thorns in the past
Sunk in the tar, we take it too far

Learned what it meant to be well
Learned so much I couldn’t tell
Thickened my skin and drilled holes in my belt
Torn, tarred and feathered
Hollow, and constantly followed but it’s getting better
Ultimatums, all they gave us
Bugs buzz all around
Can hardly hear through the sound

Like a bull in the ring, sacrificing
Begging me, baiting me to chase
Eventually we all cave
Strange summer days
Suntans and tshirt stains
Friends, fiends and strays
Facing the change, taking the pain
Living like its our last day
Homesick bathtub bubbles in my face

Smiles and waves
Extra cheese and cages
Can’t be complacent
Spinning till we draw something that stays
Toungue tied telephone games
So many merry unbirthdays
Fashionably late they’re saying “Places! Places”
Musical chairs and ferriswheels

Counting our feathers like sand slipping through our hands
But it is us that’s sinking so fast
Right up to our last gasp
Never lose your grasp of that boot or branch
Never lose your drive
Stay busy if find yourself in the hive
Whips will sting but stay sweet, stay kind
Mind your q’s and p’s
Mind blooms you’ll see

Rushing now with the flow
Oh it goes, it grows, it spits you out right in the throws
But on goes the show
“This is it. It’s all happening.” She says to me
Butterflies and bumblebees
Plant your bulbs in the autumn
To see them bloom in Spring
Tyler Jones Sep 2019
Through the lenses of my mind
Frequently a shadow I’ll find
A quiver of some stirring air
A knot formed folorn in my very hair
A constellation that once untaught
Leeds me deep in a forest of thoughts
Where ghosts drone on and on and on
About lovers once come and gone
But I don’t mind, I say, I try
I can feel I’m reeling still from days so hot and dry
Scorched my feet, melted my eyes
Hot air mirages sat in the sky
There I spent plenty of time
To know not whine over what I’ll never find
Wander along all the dotted lines
You take yours and I’ll take mine

— The End —