See You Friday
A lack of loyalty is all that’s found on top of burning rubble. Equalizations are never found for reasons never found. Pain is likely to never be reciprocated.
Pain
Pour
Take the lamp, in the middle of the night, over to where you’ll need the light. Make sure no one can see you cause the destruction that will surely occur the second the steel begins to twist. Piercing cries from those who walk above the frightening waters below as the gasoline begins to befriend the … Read more
Save
From here, I am underneath the scene of all that went very wrong the last week of December. Selfish tendencies can never end the shallow view. Adjust the negative. I’m not one to plan out the inevitable demise. Dead leaves fall from trees in the saddest way.
Discrete
I will look through the pinhole that you’ve left open in order to see. To see myself through your eyes, from the other side, is reality in its harshest form. Fill the empty Tetris gap to watch the entire puzzle clear, line by line, like a falling building. But no deed was shallow, yet the … Read more
Junior
Dirt roads lead to hollow trees that dissipate when stared at. Thunderous voices always strike the fastest. When will you begin to see that rocks and stones were beneath our feet?
Fire me
Fire me. Fire me. Light the rocket. Aim at the wall. Fire me. Fire me. My apologies can wait while I stall. Fire me. Fire me. Pack my bags. Send me on a plane. Fire me. Fire me. Tie me to the tracks. I’ll wait for the train.
Which Direction?
No matter which way you phrase it: I stumbled. With only one foot in to begin with. White car, black stocking. A million of those and only one of you. A city scan finds no results. A return to the scene. My heart jumps up and down. Unparalleled. Hopeful.
Play
This time you can ask. This time you can say Hello there. How are you? I’m doing good, also. There’s a missing link between the good and great. Come to my side. Slightly dire, I’m sure. Tilt back, swallow it all. Flicker the light switch on and off.
And Quiet
This must be the living description of the detachment you’ve become used to breathing. And I only wish it stopped. Or hadn’t started. I only wish it was cut in half. Or hadn’t started.
Down the wishing well
Turtle’s pace while I plummet. On to the bed I land into slumber. Good night. For I am not who I will be when I awake. And you’ll still be the magazine with one page. Your substance is questionable. Your reasoning is flawed. I only get to feel good to make you feel better. But … Read more