what giving creature is this

something like a whispered song

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Carnival Child

i find myself more oft than not playing the part of a barker in a circus tent rigged with lollipop poles up-holding a canvas of princess pink spreading my arms hoping to distract the few at a show with but one attraction the Man ruled a schedule be kept to behold the coveted prize saturdays and sunday afternoons are good how about a longer show for wednesday nights? regardless...

Thursday, March 17, 2016

blind wander

i am stung for not knowing but still wander down a path that ends in a certain calamity against the testimony of friends and family who whisper failure and know not my heart there's is an act of moral usury lending love at an unreasonable rate mine on the face is a foolish withdrawal against insufficient funds i do against don'ts more than i should: call it my prodigal...

Thursday, March 3, 2016

no good night

because the man decreed from a bench we watched you go off for the first time it's only an overnight we say to ourselves not forever yet we wander around our home looking for things to keep the mindwolves at bay supper homework a blister Alex Trebek What is Montpelier? avoiding the silences in the walls and the vacant echo in the floors we have come to be addicted...