Come Along

Another thought

another life

another whatever

came along.

Another stray dog

another flower girl

another wino bro

came along.

Come along, come along,

come along for the ride

you didn’t know you bought

a ticket to. 

It might help if you looked around.

Thoughts are like busses, 

dinosaurs, mind balloons,

conversationalarialism,

mind stream whitewater,

a fishy hook, almost, but 

not quite, correlative.

A caterpillar becomes a butterfly.

You can’t even stop drinking.

The unhealthy ones always 

talking about health. 

Get a shovel.

Compassion means telling the truth,

whether you like it or not. It’s always

better than the alternative.

Meanwhile, we’re still going on.

And, thus far, you’ve come along.

That’s your trip, Bosco, 

hope it’s good for you.