a love balm practitioner told me
take it easy on the left side
it’s squeamish and quite opinionated
your right side hears a rhythm beyond the fluttering of leaves
beyond the dense rabble rousing of cloud gathering
your right side caters to overgrown ideas
exploding into floodgates of comings and goings on
into rotting fruit
soon to be filtered by blushing brides
then becomes the nectar that gets you drunk on life
excited about the next minute
expecting the returns to be so personal and precise
none but ones self can appreciate the step by step positioning
this life really allows for.
My love balm practitioner was finished with my head rub
I faded then
into the future
bright and big
a ferris wheel of fear and loathing
I seem to manage
I take heed
to my gut mostly
I seem to stay right more than ever.
It just feels better when I do.