Bills or Bicycles

A friend said everyone has to grow up.

He said it like a man who had been

molded by someone else’s hammer.

It heated me and made me malleable

like burning kittens or drowning puppies.

It is hard to grow up, friend.

So what

if we die too young.

Lets make paper airplanes

with scraps of paper sent

by the bill collectors.

Lets ride a bike around the lake

with a little ginger ale in our bellies

and a plumped up grin

to meet the noise of the old people

doing the boring and necessary things

to keep their lines and moles in order

Lets walk on the beach and kick the waves.

Lets pick up rocks and suck on them.

Lets climb the mountains and jump off

giggling fear into the abyss

Author: annieepoetry

I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI

5 thoughts on “Bills or Bicycles”

  1. radloffpoetree…….long time its been. I’m not afraid when bugs fall out
    its when they refuse to that creeps me out…

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  2. Everybody must grow older.
    Not up.
    I have met too many
    50 year old children
    to believe we don’t have a choice.

    Still spinning themselves silly
    in the fields
    on the edge of town.
    Still picking wildberries from bramblepatches
    and wiping away juices on the backs
    of wrinkled hands.

    Liverspotted jokesters
    living proof.

    Pick some flowers
    put them in your hair
    and do not be afraid
    when bugs fall out of them.

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