Love in the Parking Lot, Home in the Rear-View Mirror

lunacita

lunacita

I’m no great fan of silly love songs, but sometimes they get it right, whether person place or thing, sometimes you have to just let go of the thing you love, you have to beat a strategic retreat, just in order to live another day just to fight another battle. Sometimes you have to let any act of aggression go right past you, let it fall of its own weight, while you slide one foot out the door and one foot under the aggressor just for kicks, just because, just in case you need a fall-back position as a caretaker of love, the best kind knows no possession knows no advantage knows that to possess it is to kill it anyway so just resign yourself and enjoy the ride no keeping the day job, beats an eight-hour day behind four gray walls for the next fifty years lucky if Uranus makes it even once around the Sun…

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