husky puppy in a lawnchair shutter shades and a starter canon mushroom cloud in the distance driveway into a ghost town ice tea empty; the last human brings a refill.
Tag: Lost
snakes loose
drawing blood to test if this dimension is habitable, when did this glass become so life like. now it is just right the walls caved in glass shot a tunnel of hiss flying box house of balloons
1-800-555-2457
the static channel is louder today, the musty recliner sinks deeper, a socked foot blocks the left most side of the hushing screen, the channel changes the static turns to picture of a woman selling pans her golden curled hair flowed as she walked back and forth just under was the number 18005552457 stainless steel… Continue reading 1-800-555-2457
locked door- hidden keys
trespassing, the sign said no trespassing this was my home now boarded up red tape for sale sign. missed a page or two why all i want is home to feel like home; trespassing, memories of the open house memories of the warmth fresh scent of home trespassing, not welcome it's not what i want
between 3rd and 24th
can never blame or feel anger just another step, just would rather walk the other direction
on the road
it has been awhile hey, can i join you what are you drinking i know it's been awhile can i top you off never wrote us off just wondered after those years apart where we could have been; i see it in my dreams it's usually my fault maybe we could get dinner i would… Continue reading on the road
off course
everything is diluted run through a steel strainer run dry pillow talk is the only talk ran it's course off roadin'
scrapyard
you changed a lot- all for the better just not sure who's all in an attempt to be better just not sure, better than who, i hope you sit down a write this out before all that is left is a scrapyard of mixed dreams false identities wrapped in a fleece blanket, each step was… Continue reading scrapyard
four apples
hands behind my back these aren't the apples i was looking for i remember the strength leavin' my tips for four straight nights four bars over four moons this cell is my home brought an apple every fourth hour four steps in four steps out just the white lines on the stone ground, they were… Continue reading four apples
missing organ;
i won't become something different to appease your insecurities, i won't say sorry for being me it took me way to long to know who i was to be taken away by anyone
Saint's Muse 