Finding Out
Finding Out
Finding Out
by Hiram Larew
Here’s a test for you Junior –So what’s a blaring trombone or some crushed iceCompared to love?
Isn’t heading out in spite of the storm pure forgiveness?
And the taste of sugar sweet? Who held up that bank?
You seeThere comes a time and place in lifeWhen you’ll take the test and do things differentFrom God Bless Hawai’i to the tip of your tongue.
And if that means that stars collide Or that Aunt Reetie moves slowerOr that holy milk turns to holy mudThat’s okThat’s the way that things in love and life should beBut different
And not to cheat or double-walk the line twiceBut here’s what this all meansIn a nut’s shell –
Go at it with every overdue book you’ve gotGive it silly and then give it griefAnd sureTake directions from above But only if you’re pissing in a jar down below
That’s what a love-lasting kind of different life means
And no matter what the battle may beOr how many crying diapers await youOr even if someone kisses your canNo matter such things at all —
To pass goStop everything Everything you do or may becomeFor a ladle of that homemade gravy