don't know anymore.

Toe Jam, Coke Hands, Long Nails.

Sheets that are dancing in the summer breeze.

Colors from all directions, the room is spinning.

Now all I hear are the worms singing.

time.

Somewhere with hair,

Somewhere with bears.

The old wicker rocking chair sings.

Tonight will be the night, once the

Harvest Moon meets Midnight.

silver spoons.

Bones, and stones

And little men toes.

An A in math means

Nothing, if you can’t

Rhythm.

121618.

Today and tomorrow all seem the same

Watching the rain turn sideways and

The birds sneeze. Yellow Jackets upon

The bees. The breeze, it’s nice. And I

Can finally see.

December Torr presents a tiny pocket poem series...

I guess so

Don’t feel right here anymore. Socks before shoes, 

But I can’t remember the last time we kissed.

The front door is unlocked for all the neighbor’s

Ghosts. Clouds roll by, sun peaks through pine

Trees, the sunlight hits the pine needles. In a 

Glistening, kind of winter day way. Wishing for

Thoughts of tomorrow, today. Wait for the

Full moon, and you shall see your answers.

I can’t play the guitar.

To be a queen, to fit in a shoe, to live on a hill.

Bushes of berries and berries of blue all around.

Wishing for days that exist with colors of love.

I wish I could change the world for you.

Come close, with a warm heart and two hands.