Writing, Ideas, & Stories
i watched you
walk away
and walk back
patter around in circles
chasing your tail
digging a hole
burying a bone;
i watched you
give life to a dead body
rising from ashes
a part that was long gone
a part that had given up-
i watched you preform a miracle,
not a spell or a wish
effort and a gift,
force fed-
stuck around to hear your service
blinking light came on
oil check, but was fed your lies
you’ll need to stick around and remove your eyes
change your ears and optional but would reccomend
a heart pump change
for somethng out of your shop;
a discount you swear
this pump will be different you swear
limping from your shop
everything disconnected
and the service light is off
best believe-
best believe your tokens are no good here
we share currency from stone pockets
stone mountain- picks and hammers looking for gold
not for currency- your tokens are no good here
to shine on your finger,
it’ll break the mountain top
send rocks and fools gold tumbling down
cracking the earth below
best believe
when the earth settles and the tears fade
know, your gratitude, your tokens
are no good here
i don’t want to spend
another minute
eating anything other then m&ms;
everything else has lost its taste
lost their color- lost their meaning-
a day watching movies
with m&ms
and i’ll never need anything else
i fell for you
actually
still falling no bottom in sight
i am falling for you
a marathon that gets better and better
a show that is renewed every year
it gets better and better no filler
i record every episode
i like to watch them on my free time
or when i’m not free
and you’ll take me captive
i’ll wake up in my own bed
and i’ll put on reruns
i wouldn’t let this go
i wouldn’t let this die
i’m not your average guy
i’m not going to dig an empty grave and wait
i’ll show you everyday
i’ll show you that i’m that fucking guy
every day
every moment
waiting for our next dance
waiting for our favorite song
i ask for this dance;
your hand in mine
the curve of my palm at curve of your waist
we won’t waste the song
either my own or one that is slow-
slow enough so our steps sync with our beat
it is
unique
our beat
drums come
the night
stay; in
our arms
we will
dance till
our hearts
recall
every
note played;
the song
our song we will humb on the way home
humb in our bed
humb in our dreams
the golden x on the map
was your address
across unnamed land
a festival featuring a panda as a king
around the parade featuring that same panda
i’ll bring you flowers and a stuffed bear
yes, the panda from the festival
and will come back for cotton candy
bringing the table to dinner
the house was easy to find like they said,
upside down with a boston terrier outside-
the laughing medallion given at the door
a smile for us and a laugh for all, she said
the party had purple gas crawling the floor
we are all clowns
laughing at the moon like a pack-
musical chairs with masks
spin the bottle with acid
eyes flipped inside out
dancing to bulletproof
hiding in plain sight
and you never saw me
ring the doorbell twice
i was always here
never there
just under your nose
right under
Saint's Muse 