It’s like hearing the secret language of the universe the way the squirrel scampers up the giant bonsai this morning.
Tag: Pronouncements
First as tragedy, then as farce
A pile of sticks, contrary to intuition, are not a good mobile device stand.
I use the plural verb because, soon, you realize, a pile is not a coherent unit.
Murdered corpses pack the voids where your mind is afraid to go.
But they are lollypops and puppies and the first days of school.
They know
You’re not so good at hiding it any more. You’re barely keeping it together, and they are on to you. It won’t be long before they drag it out of you, your defining moment, the fulcrum on which your life revolves. You last hope of solace is hinged on the empty hope that it really wasn’t so bad. It stings when you remember the time an ally laid fallen begging for mercy and you looked the other way. What does the audience look like for that event? From what I can see from here, through the lights, in the shadowy balcony, it looks like Selfishness, seated next to, possibly, no it’s beyond me.
Nightmare
the memories we choose to recall
are well crafted highly polished and corrected
lenses focused on our unfiltered nature
darling—you’re smiling
quirky
cute
wonderful
you
and I was beaming purple and blue