Beaches up north

 The beaches up north are like that too you know
All of them full these forests that hug the shores
(They walk barefoot across the sand slowly veering from those incoming ankle waves)
Places we can take our music too

We can set up tents there and relax for a weekend right here on this beach
(The wife kicks the sand playfully, the husband is still numb from the week's work)
Of course there might be someone trying to charge us something to park the car
A fee for the entry as they do on those beaches up north

(The day continued exactly so, the wife talked about a potential camping trip there, and the husband stayed silent, hardly even aware of his surroundings. lost without his computer screen)

What you have today

 what you have 
a big plus from fate of things that don't necessarily fit
A trial of the will 
Lack smacked good

Yet you look at all that you have now in disdain
You don't see the value in it
You sit down, pour your drink and nostalgia on
Your personal package of comfort intact

The truths and realities are shun like beggers
Yet they are the jewels of your existance
And the convenient lies are the poverty
The blindfolds are mass produced

What you have is precious
Take from it everyday
Things that don't necessarily fit
Patience and care

Tourist ambush

 The gondola takes us down over the forested hills
To a small tourist village
The altitude is to conjure tacky nostalgia
A sense one is somewhere else
For we are so far away

Getting off and having anxious shopkeepers heckle
Their overpriced kitch
Their reasoning to why each item is so valuable
Stories int the form clues followed by facts

That repeat far into the day
until the personality becomes an outward tool
for promoting little argila nothings
Oversweetened treats

On exit the slight relief
For these false worlds stink of desperation

Back to the ancient river

 And now I have to buy the house back
Here in the back yard
the scent of the decades gone
What is left of the world

Prepare your defence as if the world was an offence
I'll have to buy this house back
It is pretty much the way we left it
Like a good friendship

The world outside not so much
You see me as just some interloper
Here to acquire a piece of what was once mine
the closing gate of this life the opening to another

I see where the shed stood, the trampoline
The years gone

Until the fizz runs out

 The crack of the guarana can opening
Whoosh fizz whish and it enters the glass bubbling upward
Fizzing back down until there are only a few glass-hugging bubbles 
Waiting their turn to to float upward following the rest

To flow upward toward the surface and leave the drink flatter
With no bite and less flavor
Yes the extraverts leaving the party on cue
"To get air" They say, or "See a friend"

The essential flavor lingers still though
The guarana lolly like sweetness ricochets 
between tongue and cheek
carbonation died down before the glass has emptied

The owner of the school

 The school owner's all important whims
The huge block building holding over a two thousand students

he prounced as uncle noone ate icecream
The poor dressed up as the rich
bearded and dribbling

The true owner eccentric
picky and fussy
Just as I was

And if the roles were reversed
Could I tone it down?

I think not
The fancy sense of disregard for everything

Seems like a flavor on its own

Roadie-dom and the crawlspace

 The crawl space
The band is playing on the other side
Pop band quite narrow brained but rather wide
everyone knows them except those cynical

The popularity is incredible
And everybody wants to be a part
So duck under the entrance ease into the panic
slide yourself between the floor and the granite

Where things stick just force it
pressed and bruised to fit
Like an item of ironed clothing
then get up on the other side

Jump once for joy
Clap to celebrate and revel
And join the rabble
Ignore the discomfort

Opiate sneeze
Look back at the crawl space
Your entry's unease
Wormy fall from grace