softer than the moon

Hold on tight to the blades of grass, lest you fall of the face of our planet! Sixteen shooting stars painted the sky many years ago - but tonight! we witness! A
glorious time to notice nineteen more lamps from our past spilling liquid light across the dome of our solar system. I could lay here forever with you even though I am actually always alone. Our universes collide in a Big Bang but - 100 seconds later it is done. Lemon juice drops from the sky, it burns nicely. Many thanks, then.

finish later

i am a self-proclaimed logophile.
i am running my the last lap on the teen track.
i am tying my shoes for too long.
i am tripping.
i am flat faced and cuddling the cold pavement when a sudden jolt turns the globe inside out and i am rolling around the inside of a transparent blow up beach ball - i see the world in frosted plastic pink and it reminds me of the jelly shoes i used to wear on my feet as a small child. i punched holes in the straps to make them tighter around my ankles. i had weak ankles.
when i realize i am running again, faster and faster, and that this is my last lap on the teen track - i know the wings on the back of my jelly shoes are almost strong enough to lift me right off this pavement.
i cant wait until yesterday.

keypers

Lost friendship, lonely highways and the northern valley. I can see it all from here.
From this ribbon I made a keychain and I put home next to here next to journal next to mailbox... it's all the same now. I tied four keys together but I only use two of them. The one I am missing cannot be replaced. When I brought that key to the locksmith last Monday he told me it was too complicated to copy. Too complicated to copy? What makes a key complicated? The ribbon slips through the top of all keys just the same. He tells me, the locksmith tells me, it's because of the ridges. The ridges? "Yeah, the grooves, these things," and he runs his thumb over the part of the key that fits perfectly into the lock. I can tell he works with his hands because there are white cracks at his knuckles and a callous on the inside of that thumb. How come some keys seem like they fit, they slide in easily but don't turn? How come other keys that aren't the "right keys" slide in, turn and open the lock? How come a flimsy bobby pin can do the work a complicated key does if the right person is behind it? If the right person, or the right key with the right ridges will unlock what it is I lost the key to, can you? The locksmith said, "Yes."