Poetry · Writing

Eating so much food to a point of

warm belly and dreamy sleep. Taco’s win the battle of the night and suffocate me in a pillow case.

Pale fluffy clouds float through jumping sheep and unfinished stories. Green Roses dance with Rubies to Tiny Dancer. Alex and Leo stand in the corner waiting for the pen to arise again and finish their tale.

The shriek from the broken windowed hall over a dead body echos through the dark room.

Joker laughs this way without a pale face.

Ruby plays and dances the night into endless night conversations while the Phoenix closes for the night hoping for remembrance. Vibrates through Taco meat and onto the dull carpet forgotten.

Love stands time, yet, only with a working clock.

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