Word to the wise fell on swollen time.

Years wasted in your corridor waiting,

waiting for you to answer the phone.

Waiting for you to write the letter,

a reminder of the words;

we will leave this corridor together.

I framed my indecencies placed 

on a mantle like a might steed.

She ran out of luck,

down on it, they told her

not to venture under

the bridge it lived

she has arrived

 

yet, feeling short-lived.

The beast snarled close,

arose from the depths

knows no riddle for her

to yield the green grass

 

on the other side. No one

bigger than her behind

no horns to sway his behind

stranded on a wasteland

looking in on paradise.

 

The shine in his eyes on summer

nights reminds him of the window.

The window he cleaned for summer

fees on those same summer nights.

He saw her.

Making tea for the neighbors at white picnics.

Taking her lone kid to church on Sundays while the mister dialed home that evening.

Playing muisc to the neighborhood children on fall mornings.

It couldn’t be the dream he

believed on those summer nights.

Chance on the one

the two blows in the breeze

staring through the

first window.

 

Foggy night

foggy window

fogged up the night

we met.

 

I can’t look anymore.

 

I left the city for your dessert.

Deserted the same night

our flight took off

on this dream.

 

Goodnight, i’ll dream

for a new window.

Feeling of blue;

night life – half-life

three is a dream

laying in Valve hell.

Stranded in limbo

feeding frenzy

school massacre

and no one will

weep on their graves.

First day

fins up

submerged

in twilight focus

swarm of the locus

trails of bait lodged

and school scattered.

Have you ever walked on bubbles?

Popping ignites shakey imagery

on faulty tears. The leer of your

love, explosive in a biome of

imagination, fear of falling

through tangent glass until tomorrow.

 

Craddled features of

yips designed into stone.

Fallen tails of legends

tales designed into stone.

Four father’s watch the creators 

tomb designed into stone.
The Arch’s of deities crisp

on mountain tops 

crop top

above volcano stomps

the land below

designed into stone.

The timeline is shattered.

You were supposed to ask Susy.
Not Dillian, Dillian? 

Nobody even likes Dillian,
but she is going with him

because you didn’t show
the courage. Dillian? 

That guy? Your better than Dillian.
It’s cool. All we gotta do is

make Dillian disappear.
Yeah yeah it’ll be easy,

just a slip down the stairs.
Slip Lax into his lunch

can’t go if he’s shitting
his brains out. Or.

Or I’ll kidnap him 
Yeah it’ll be easy, steal mom’s

car, pick him up, dump
him at the lake.

Fuck Dillian.
Susy doesn’t even like

Dillian. I’ll just go
with her sister. Get her 

pregnant and get back at
her that way. Take Dillian

eh? Fuck Dillian.
Can’t go if I drowned him.

Oh shit it’s seven o’clock
Mom? Can we go now?

the high road they called it.

Speaking theory and false

idols they called it.

Beseeched a cast off to the

watery bin marked Wilson.
Ruling side by side on an island.
Heavenly winds cross along

their finger tips. Cool waves

gently brush against their timid

hides. Ooh paradise tasted like 

Margarita’s.
Until the waves ran dry. The wind’s

blades cut like a guillotine.
Window showers pass the road

only to find themselves on

an island.