Sol's Stray Poetry

Exactly how do we even function with all these crowding  emotions engaged at every moment imagine if trees were as encumbered by similar reactions  then how could they  ever survive changes of weather or seasons passing in their haste would there be joy in the spring then the long dry summer would fall bring tears from each fallen leaf or winter come like sad frozen angels  sparing most yet taking some down how could trees even  thrive thru all this drama knowing glee then fear then hope and such as we seem  to know year after year?

His hapless heart yoyo on a string up down up down she was having far too much mean fun toying with his earnest imagining but he had no idea what was in play nothing less  than his future and  every single dollar he had then she vanished back into the stark dream that spawned her.

Remember when a silver dime had weight or when watermelon had flavor or when the day's pace wasn't  a lost race but more like watching snails. Remember how folks smiled at your antics they nodded approval for practically nothing just for you being so young and new.

Action Jackson A creaky cursing gaunt cricket of a man all of five feet the first four  pure braggadocio his head full of Cutty Sark he would shout it from the high barstools Cuttyyyyy!!!! Saaaark! drawing out the vowels in a throaty screech that pissed everyone off every damn time but that was what he liked best because he was Action Jackson  to you eighty-two years  dead drunk most of them  but some said he made it in Hollywood with many  bit parts just as many  fine dolls on each arm  and he still imagined them five whole decades later he still had it with the charmed bar flies one or another would stumble him home when he could barely talk or even see he drank so crazily he would get quite delirious then harrasing the boys shooting pool until one would shake a stick saying shut up you fool but he couldn't stop being himself over the bar's hard jukebox like one last  call night I took him  to his room around the corner a stout stucco...