Put it on
Pound Cake.
Music making motion
in beautiful Paris
the night we met.
Before
before you crossed me
now the only thing your crossing
is the crossword.
Currents
Blank stare of petaless flowers
Following shadows of dazed trees
Floating to the ground above
Shimmering golden water.
Daydreaming of a bigger oak
Mindless carrying
Of cores
Into liquid dark depths.
Graduation Goggles
It’s the Freshman fifteen.
Drowning in procrastination
below misguided goals
and Tetris relationships.
Just the Sophmore slump
now gasping for air
goals steep
hidden behind the Yellow Brick Road.
Junior of a junior.
Senior year
wishing they could do it all again
missing the first fifteen.
Queen Street
Bleeding through nigh high
fallen glass
between onyx smoke.
All I heard was screaming.
Terror struck feet
stampede away.
There was blood everywhere.
The Queen bows for the fallen.
Knocking
Hello?
I want you to be standing there when I call
For the first time
and the last.
Hello?
Put down pepper
and come to me
and leave it behind.
Hello?
Are you there?
Compatible
Gather two
wait maybe three
stay with me
three would be more fun
yet, two makes more sense.
Odd numbers make me shiver
Even if you tell me
that your odd
stay with me
until were even as two.
Blue Dreams
Fragrant struck Sapphires
flush in guiding light
into Red mornings.
Carry the dream she told me.
Sapphire eyes begging for a chance
to plead for her dream
as a weeping baby.
We are the dream she told me.
Sapphire eyes carry into the light
holding sheets of future
looking for the next encore.
Trainer Orange Ep.4
Waves crashed against S.S. Sire. The captain stood at the helm with his companion, guiding the Sire into troubled tides. Land is gone from the naked eye: it is only the sea. Magikarps swim along side the Sire like a father.
Vulpix curled in a ball with her eyes closed only opening to the crash of water, her eyes were always open. Martin was the same.
“Ye alrite thr Martin?” Martins throat erupted and clogged at the last second.
“Are we almost there?”
“Onlyanhour and well be there.”
Franklin glared out into the sea staring deep at the Magikarps. Their eyes moved rapidly side to side, fearful.
“You know your mom isn’t going to be there. Right?”
Franklin can feel the shadow of his father across his cheek.
“I know.” Martin, unsure, responded coldly “Than why did you say that back on the pier?”
Franklin layed his head on rim, staring at the Magikarps stuggeling to follow the Sire.
“I need to find her.”
“Why? We could just stay home and you can play with Vulpix at home.”
“I can’t, dad.”
“I don’t understand, Frank, why do you have to find her? We haven’t seen her or heard from her in… in a long time.”
“I need to know.”
Martin walked to the rim and looked down at the water, maybe at the Magikarps, and met Franklin at the eyes.”
“Know what? What do you need to know?”
Franklin walked away and towards the restless Vulpix.
“Franklin?”
“I need to know why she left.”
Admirer
Following you
like Twitter
bird on your shoulder
free of the earth
stomping the patron
in the rear
down below
from the earth
waving goodbye.
Breaking Good
Walter Black.
The box isn’t as you remember it.
Thirty years
Making the God’s pray
To something bigger
A deity of deities
The god of gods.
C4 the wall of what you know
Walter Black is here to grow grass.
