Last Trip to Bellingham

In the continuing story of things falling apart
things fell apart.
Some more.
Good Friday.
Not so good Friday.
We did the acoustic thing
in Blingham.
Mic messes
n hippies.
Good beer from around our way.
Like a nice chocolate shop
but beer.
However
the lay lines in Blingham are bad.
Remember November?
Anterior cruciate ligament
pop.
Care-oh and Scaught
pop.
Paul Lynde Fanclub
pop.
and now
Roosty n Scaught
pop.
We don't believe in self pity
boo who?
We know we own stacks of blame
in these things.
At times though
there seems to be a hidden calculus
operating under the hum of these interactions.
occulted ambitions
smuggled perceptions
opaque ciphers
all being strangled
by the steady drumbeat
of time.
We ain't getting any
younger
no.
We is getting ahn
but I don't know
whats going ahn.
Love on everybody though
Life is hard enough
n I don't want to make anybody hurt
so things go pop
we breathe
watch the moon
and move along.