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Life Be Trippin’


The sex was going great until the pills wore off
and the world spun out irate.

I had only just started  really getting into her when it was
suddenly all done.

Disappointed?

Fuck Yeah, Life Be Trippin'  like that...

Why can't it be like when I was six,  just
daydreaming and having fun.

Forts, bicycling, and ice cream under a
frantic delicious daze of days in the sun.

Nowhere and everywhere at once I was.

Life be trippin'  now boy.

I've  never been the same since that 
feeling of being six. 
After that was when the world
stopped making sense.

Everybody a problem, and every problem
of theirs belonging to you.

Yeah, life be trippin' deep. and I'm drowning,
Drowning in this life that keeps coming, and flowing 
and washing over me.

Feet grounded,
because I have forgot how to
fly.


By Philip Wardlow   June 1st  2022











The Half-Century Man


Soon I shall be the Half-Centennial,
a hundred years sliced neatly
down the middle I will be, with
a plethora of histories
passings buried deep in the
very blood that flows
through me.

As gray touches lightly upon
the mostly black hair upon my head
I take solace that it is
thicker by far than
more than half the men in the world
at half my age.
And my grin still
causes a girl
or two to smile
my way in wonder
at the mystery
I may hold for her.

Though my skin may yet
be smooth
the wrinkles of time
have burrowed into
me, scarring a tired
soul once
remembered young,
once vibrant
once foolishly bold
once innocent
once true
and I weep
at that lost
for it was that not
long ago.

I fear more than I did
of death, now weary of friends
and of dreams only to become abandoned,
to relationships nurtured
only to be tainted.
Yet, I know
with each fear, each lost,
comes wisdom, perseverance,
resolve, and epiphanies to be
unbound and courage to be renewed.
for old dogs
who still wish to learn
a new trick or two.

So as my candles are lit,
my cake is set before me,
and the song is sung,
I will close my eyes
and make a grand
wish for the ages
yet to come
my way.

by Philip Wardlow 2019

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