Piling high hay

hey put that down

you don’t belong here

there sit their be good

good boy

the race is going to start

gallop to victory little Martian.

Darkness clouds the view of your past and creeping into the future.

Mirrors shattered and a baby screaming in the back seat.

Girls jumping rope and boys playing basketball listening to Mac Daddy.

Flying from Los Angeles to Arizona to avoid traffic.

Rain drowns the night washing away the graffiti of my mind.

Forward moving and                      backwards.

only moving

Breaking bread with unwelcome guests

better run or this will be a Red Wedding.

Making friends of your enemies, where they

really my enemies.

Sunday is filled with your sins and

questions of where we are going and

where we should be.

Natures heavy blue eyes cower underneath the glaring crescent moon.

The moon cuts through the deep blue down deep through the coral reef.

The moon is greeted by her nephew, sweet and innocent.

Doe eyes and a glare only a penny to the great dollar.

When guard is shown and back is turned the doe eyes shows teeth.

Black and white given life of red and green and joy.

Swirling pike cuts through the air and finds the Bullseye.

Red pours from the Bullseye deflating and unprotected.

Continues pikes strike and strike bleeding the remaining life.

Spears pause and flee at the horror return of the black and white.

 

Twigs holding up steel will eventually break.

Crackling wood stares deep into the eyes of the steel looking for strength.

Steel weeps at the splinters left by the twigs.

Broken twigs left in the damp earth left by the steel.

Steel heads into the forest looking for new twigs, thicker twigs.

 

He comes to the store for one percent. Kids need cereal in the morning.

Parking lot is a graveyard and he walks it alone.

Morning talk show questions the legitimacy of a celebrity’s child, who gives a shit?

Thick fog clouds the roads ahead and the ones in the rear-view.

An absent car in the driveway and a bed left vacant.

 

 

The train moves one cart at a time pulling each other like brothers and sisters into an arcade.

Heavy flowing water carries boats from side to side creating ripples in the water. Throwing aluminum cans out a window into an open can creates ripples. Wild nosy birds scavenging for their next meal only to find a can encased over a captured beak.

The bird panics fly’s into the sky weighed by regret and aluminum. Soaring over the kids in the arcade fleeing from ripples

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.

The boat floats across a river of boiling unclear contents.

Shrieks echo from the walls and shakes the liquid below.

Steel rocks back and forth from the waves omitting from the center of the lake.

Reasoning to unshaken monsters for mercy from the mother.

Pulling closer into the swirls of blood into the belly of the beast.