Plans
January 02, 2022
Shrugged shoulders
Overturned hands
Lefts
Rights
Ruined plans
Gutter
December 19, 2021
The sound machine can’t drown out the ringing in my ears. The fake waves just bounce off my forehead. Tones are beginning to ferment together like leaves stuck in the gutter from so many seasons ago. My arm reaches down. Inside the gutter from the second story. I don’t know how, but I’m now looking at my finger tips protruding from the open bottom end of the gutter on the ground below me. That must be 20, maybe 24 feet away. Is my arm really that long? I’m now terrified that I have disfigured myself trying to clean the gutters. How will I tell them this was my own doing? Is there blood? Then the waves wash over me.
Pillows
December 13, 2021
Everybodys got a game
Mines pillows not lyin
Down one
Water one
Tempurpedic on my bed frame
Mostly sleep some cryin
Pothole
December 05, 2021
Creative thought wrapped around a telephone pole
Shattered and scattered in spiderwebbed glass
Swerved to miss a pothole
Pleather seats suddenly torn
It could have been prolific
Just rambled smashing on the helms horn