don't even trip...

i trip and fall too goddamned often.
well i don't trip so much any more, or at least that's what i thought then...

one of the times i recall falling was on a patch of blueish-white smooth ice,
this was back during junior year of high school, before the times of getting high prior to attending class at a classy higher-learning institute where you learn how to say fuck high honors in lieu of simply getting through
that day i slipped but did so with a sort of groove
my foot decided to act by ungluing itself up from the surface as my ass touched down and made first contact
back up i propped myself in perfect sync with which i dropped
blink
it's almost like i never stopped
i only missed two steps on the beat, i think...

the only two to see my misdemeanor were my arch-nemesis and his equal
i was briefly disquieted and quickly alighted when he decided to leave it unspeakable
i owe the bastard for that, especially since there was a bus in front of us full of people
classmates, rather - that's what i mean.

but that embarrassment stemmed from how OTHERS saw me at the moment
this is a bit more personal...

i remember another time a little later on, a few autumns had gone,
mauling at my wall was the call of a goddess from across the hall
i'd had a small thing for her that barely lasted at all
i was thinking all the while of how i'd approach her and poach her with a gift of swift guile
but that shit faded to the back of my head when the sound of a loud orgasm roared from somewhere between the sheets and her bed...
dead.


i'm actually laughing right now as i type this,
but i wish i had thought back then to tell myself,
don't even fucking trip...