"Double bag it. Put it in the trash." So crass. Reminder of the dandelion, Under the West Seattle Bridge. Mud splattered, downtrodden, Ignored,unwanted, invisible. Except to me.
The contents of the bag? Too sad, and such bad Timing Oxy withdrawal, Negative thoughts.
How cruel Perverse timing can be. A sad event When you're feeling fine Can easily be dispatched. But when you're halfway down It can bring you the rest Laying you flat.
Damn the oxy. Damn the timing. Damn the bloody election.
Sometimes, I just have to say it. Damn. Damn and damn.
We all feel this way, sometimes. It will pass. Somehow these times always make me think of the little dandelion, under the West Seattle bridge.
It was so forlorn, so sad, so unwanted, so hopeless, so unnoticed. I had the strangest urge to jump from the car and rescue it. But even I am not that weird.
However, when I’m down, I always think I could be that dandelion under the West Seattle bridge.
And I’m not.