mhmm

 DEAD.

Lights on in the kitchen.

I don’t hear a soul.

The dog won’t stop barking.

He found a dead mole.

Cabinets, they are open.

The phone sits off the hook.

Your mother, propped up on a book.

Dead.

dear, take me away. 

Don’t take any advice from the weeping willow.

She does seem nice, but only sets fire to all she sees.

Walk lightly on the earth’s floor with little to show,

And a heart full of gold. You know what you’re here for.

poem.

My heart is on fire.

Love so strong.

Eat.

And.

Drink.

And.

Love.

My heart is on fire.

Love so strong.

Seven oh two.

No one wants to say goodbye to the man with a cigarette in his eye,

A triangle for a nose and two large ears.

He smiles, he smiles, he smiles.

Light shines through when he enters the room.

Doesn’t matter how much money you have, smiles are free.

Start to send a message, between your teeth is a word, a verb.

Every human can see it.

Happiness lies in a homeless man’s face.

True love.

How old do you have to be to fall in love?

The first time my eyes opened there she was.

Light glistened in her cool blue eyes.

A tear ran down her cheeks that were red.

And her voice cracked as she spoke her first hello.

My heart grew whole.

I felt love the very first day here.

It is Wednesday.

As I sit I try to find the biggest rain drop yet,

Cars fly by in slow motion, only to splash in puddles.

The day smells new, it is just beginning.

She has a secret and she put it in the old man’s pocket.

Finger nails grow, turn old as well, turn into dust.

See months disappear before we see change.

She hands me a beer.

It is Wednesday.