Just horsing around. . . . .

So, I'm messing around with words, and I created some poetry. I say "created" because it's more than just writing it. It's crafting it around a picture. So, here's the "picture"--kinda of makes you wonder what "picture" really means. It can depict something, but it can mean more than merely Webster's "an impression of something based on description." It can move. And, it can be made from different materials. Words, for example. I love words, those little locutions that like to intermingle.

So, here's the poem:

I kinda like you, you know--

the kind of like that makes a little kid feel "funny" on the inside and laugh

without knowing why on the outside.

And, I kinda like you. But, I think you're too big for those small shoes. So, I think

I kinda like you a lot.

But, we get to that when we're in high school

and everyone thinks it's all cool,

so we're so cool, but by definition

to like is not even worth saying anymore because hey,

I liked pb&j

and lunchables too.

They're not like

like I like you.

And, then comes real life.

And, real life isn't cool

because it's lost its luster in school.

I kinda love you,

I do. I kinda love you.

The way that makes our grandfathers sigh and take off their glasses when reading their papers,

the way they do when they realize our grandmas across the kitchen tables,

the way they take up the thought of love and run with it and dance with them and make life beautiful. Because of love. That’s what inspired us. Kind of, like you.