Future plays

marking the move

treasure the moments.

The day is coming

binge Stranger Things

that other world does exist.

The crowd stares

lips frozen on icy words

the crowd stares

the day is here.

Sending flyers in the net

trashing the world with your outlet

future glowing with no threat

don’t cry ma don’t fret

I got you no debt

will fly away on this jet.

Roads populated leaving no footprints

in the dirt in the dust floating above our heads.

Flashing lights say go stop

yet your standing still.

World news clutter the space

and all I do is look for you.

Marching to a drum in the middle of the ocean

Crushing waves at the bottom of my heels like ants

Nights run long to the beat

Waves of formation crushing into the sand

Tides climb and the drum keeps playing.

Kicking and screaming

cheeks turning red

boiling in human hands.

 

Red and blue lights flashing

peaking through the window.

 

Rocky earths usually forgotten

were taken the entire trip.

 

Shrieks through the busy halls

echoing in shallow stalls.

 

The working nurse asked a simple question.

She looked at him

and him at her

and they both knew.

Not the pet detective

the fighter.

The matador and

the trickster.

Royalty remains in history

in the name of the Royals

Yordabo, rest in peace.

Piling high hay

hey put that down

you don’t belong here

there sit their be good

good boy

the race is going to start

gallop to victory little Martian.

Darkness clouds the view of your past and creeping into the future.

Mirrors shattered and a baby screaming in the back seat.

Girls jumping rope and boys playing basketball listening to Mac Daddy.

Flying from Los Angeles to Arizona to avoid traffic.

Rain drowns the night washing away the graffiti of my mind.

Forward moving and                      backwards.

only moving

Breaking bread with unwelcome guests

better run or this will be a Red Wedding.

Making friends of your enemies, where they

really my enemies.

Sunday is filled with your sins and

questions of where we are going and

where we should be.

Natures heavy blue eyes cower underneath the glaring crescent moon.

The moon cuts through the deep blue down deep through the coral reef.

The moon is greeted by her nephew, sweet and innocent.

Doe eyes and a glare only a penny to the great dollar.

When guard is shown and back is turned the doe eyes shows teeth.