ON PURPOSE too

My past dropped by to remind me

Just how good life is

Only took a short time

To agree and decide this

Watched as passers-by

Turned into alignment

And broke me free

Of constraints

And confinement

Willow trees

Reached down and slapped me

-Lazy bends-

Reached out like the feigned pain

Of self-involved-ex-girlfriends

Beaches of beached bitches

Crying "me-me-me"

Endlessly

To the sea they soiled

Tin-foil helmets

Cling to me

Former adornments

From the daze

Of my idiocy

I am the power

Of my former self

Re-enriched

By something other

Than their approval

Enlivened

By something else within myself

I am the preacher who teaches nothing

Just stares at the choir

Humming

That song from that one good day

Forget the congregation

This smile is worth it

And yes

-I did this on purpose-