Trampled. They didn’t

see it coming. Holding

for the right stop,

waiting a stampede

too long. They didn’t

see it coming. Feared

fares and fangs reaped

the rewards, the award

for worst case

the ripped face

goes to me.

We blamed everything on the Aliens.

They took our homes

they took our food

they took our wives

and we couldn’t stop it.

The dominant being

consumed what it pleased

and didn’t give a fuck.

It’s what we would do

if the Aliens never came.

They, we seemed to forget

that we

took the first shot.

that we shot first.

I’d give everything

just so I could trust you.

Have you met

my heart

in your hands

for the thirtieth time.

If this is living

I’ve never

been more alive.

Downed the wildest bottle

filled of tonight’s wonder.

Singing the greatest song

my ears have ever heard.

I’ll be your everything, it’s

now or later she said. I

believe every word that

comes from her lips. You

your rhythm your going

to be my everything.

The loss crawls over me

like the hand of the reaper,,

he comes for me. Slips into

my dreams, night terror,

monster under my bed

Mike Wazowski

took the night off.

The next day’s morning

glare wards off the sickly beast.

Left under the horizon

they’ll stay, forgotten

in the success of the

next.

Wine and dined

on the surface

it’s ready,

Hold with care

we’ve done this before

lean and be steady.

She sang this rhyme

and I remember it today,

for it’s the anniversary

of the day she went gray.

Now we gander on the 

meaning of this madness,

Alone and cold but loved

we too can be full of gladness.

Signs of the one

walking down 3rd Street

flowing pink sun dress

curly locks flowing down

her slim back.

Remnants visible in the rear

view mirror.

Signs of the one

walking down 4th Street. 

That smile lights up my world

fourth of July in May,

may I please remember

this night

under these lights

under these stars

you shine the brightest.

Rolling in the deep

bottom of the pit it rumbles

to the rim. Filling to the top,

fleeing from the heat. Steam

erupts from the mouth,

flying away into the crystal

light orbing around. Erosion

criples the tongue, whispering

to the belly of the beast.

markets sell to few. You

can’t get a refund on

time. Lie for an hour

and watch the clock

strike nine. Time’s 

the only way to

count the time

you spent

making

time

count.