Feelings are Dust (even when ours are the same)Dark chocolate & espressowith Bic ink you're dust.My stomach & your brainmakes dawn a twilight red dusk.A couple of wordsdescribe us two.Two words:me & you.Get the drift? Feel that draft?That's an ozone aroma, a prelude to rain.Nature's craft is my giftand my gift is just a game.I don't know how you feel now but if you'll have some dark chocolate and espresso with me we'll probably feel the same.Whatever that's worth.
Dark Chocolate Puts The Oracle of Tragedy on HoldA couple sit in a diner with red cushion seats but are distracted when a nearby customer becomes agitated by the prices and leaves without ordering."She must not have been hungry to leave without lunch." He said.She replied: "Lungs are stomachs eating air appetizers."Outside they walk on the city's cement sidewalk where they pass a Godiva chocolate store, then a perfume store."I feel like things are made for us, today." She said.He nodded and said: "Daylight moons herald Aphrodisiac's modus opperandi."Then, with pedestrian's judgment they cross the street to go to the entrance of the zoo but a pragmatic denizen of the metropolis protests by running him over."Call 911, for the sake of god!" she screams as she calls 911.In a daze he looks over at the peacocks flocked around the bars of the zoo and says: "Poseidon's slut here rides Mediterranean waves."At the hospital Dr. Frankenstein stepped outside of the operating room to affectionately gossip with a nurse.She says, "What a s
If I'm Alone Whose Shadows Are These?*Earth; our theatre.Is it showtime already?Where are our seats??Popcorn is betteranticipated than ate.Wow, I feel fuzzed..Parking lot faces,shadows of unknown people,they bump against me.&Cold November nightshold rogue opportunity;dancing heat, or love?...!
In My HeadI said:Girl,Memories in a pill are my encapsulated dreamsand I dream of you when I can get any sleep.But these Egyptian cotton sheets are eaten by closet mothsand this world has to get dark but I don't have to be cold.Dark days keep insomnia near my arrhythmic heart,so keep me warm by leaning a little closer to me.Wherever we are,in the Milky Way Galaxy,on a back road asphalt highway playing a beat.You can drive but we're taking my car,so tell me what you think and let me find out who you are.She said:Hey boy,I'd like to stayand you know I'd like to playbut I'm going to Parisand I'm going my own way.I had a rough time in lifeand I got stuck up a couple of times,in muddy relationships and childhood trip upsthat weren't even my fault.But you seem to listenand you even seem to careso if you're going my waywhy don't you walk me there?Then:We walked together for a while.No rhyme or reason, then they lost the beat when she moved away,and
a day1bed smell aromaartificial rain wears it offdrain dreams and cold wateri always shower cold2breakfast on a desk past 7butter on it alltoast tea turquoise crunchi eat at 73run run run run run run run run run run run run trip run run run run in the cold morningnever think and runno musictime to write4philosophy (not really)plot (not strong)description (too much)so i write nothing and discover it's lunch time (is there a time for lunch?)511:30 early bird, yellow finch12:00 does anyone really eat at 12 anymore?12:30 pragmatist's special, tomato soupi eat... then... IDEA! IDEA!6write write write write write typo write typo typo write write write donetext from friend: let's go outsure. i'm exhausted. i go out.i always go out7for coffee, to the club, to this guys housein the living room i look out a window and wonder if this is what wasting time feels likelike a hollow tree that might crack when a breeze passes branches that used to have leaveswe go someplace