train of thought

There are threads weaving in and out. There are patterns, grand designs and well refined details and nuances and broad bold slashes of color and deep crimson strokes of ego and waves beating against the shore to the rhythm of the tides. And my body ebbs and flows and what I think, I don’t know because yesterday is yes and today is no and tomorrow it will be green or yellow or if it’s sunny, it might be gold.

And I am going somewhere but I’m standing still and things are spinning and nothing moves. And it’s kinda warm like don’t-wear-flannel-in-the-summer kinda hot. But the sky is overcast and I’m thinking about threads.

Yesterday was a train of thought, like every time I got on the subway, a revelation came and swept me away and left me realizing thinking don’t help any. Okay, no more flannel, just freestylinn. Here’s what I mean, Yesterday the sky opened while I was underground and no one could tell but it was like I got front row seats in the orchestra pit. A lil too close but not quite close enough.

And the threads were there and I followed them, like Theseus through the labyrinth and I went back up. And the sky was bright and it was hot and my shoulders were a soft and succulent brown. And I made my way to the home of Mr. Johnson and one thing lead to another and the next thing it’s unfolding. Just. Like. That. How did Lil Wayne get up in this piece? I neva cared bout him til I saw the images. And then I got it. Man’s a sexy nerd. Yeaa I get having that baby. That’s some kinda DNA right thurr.

Thing is, it ain’t hard to tell. It isn’t even our choice. We are just being told. Two threads weaving in and out and both are happening at the same time. And I just realized, it begins with a train, a journey into the present and into the past and we don’t even know the story. We are witnessing it unfold even though it already happened. Once, twice, a thousand times the circle turns but it’s really a spiral.

And I’m goinn back to BeeKay and I’m sitting on the train and then I get it. I been stuck all dang day. I been looking at how to begin a story I already know. It’s been spilling over the brim because it doesn’t know where to go. And I thought I should handle it straightforward, like a normal story but this is my life and ain’t nothinn normal if I tried.