I have
another
think
coming
it’s coming
it’s
coming
it’s
I’m
so
so so
so
so tired
I have
another
think
coming
it’s coming
it’s
coming
it’s
I’m
so
so so
so
so tired
I had been developing the idea for about a week. It began when I saw him walk past me in the Jolley’s Drug Store parking lot. His green eyes looked at me momentarily before they dropped. The long braided read hair and freckles were familiar, but I wasn’t sure why. His name didn’t come to me until I found the single photo of him in my senior yearbook.
First…I’d pickGrapes.Red, green, gleaming…Purple pops of pleasure…They all…Wait…What?Not…Technically a fruit?Oh… Oookay… Next up…Kiwis…Fuzzy, funny little fellows…Bright green guts…Perfectly fruity, Right?Hold on…Hold on!Not a “fruit” fruit?A berry?You’ve got to be kidding! Well, there’sBananas…Bendy, bright, and beckoning…Long, yellow, and…Right…Right…Here it comes…Also berries?Who’s making these rules?Seriously! Let’s tryWatermelon…Summer in a slice…Sweet, succulent secrets…Surely, it’s a fruit, right?Right?Nope?Foiled again!Watermelon?A…
After considering
mileage, frame, and tire,
I don’t
have
a favorite
car.
The city center beats, a bustling board marked across its heart. People gather, hands clutching, bags bulging of yesterdays. The dice roll, skipping across cobblestones, stepping, one by one, into new squares of possibility. Closet Chaos— a whirlwind of wool and cotton, memories woven into fabrics they no longer wear, falling into arms that will….
Stones thrownto shun, to shamethe sinner,speckled red,bridging the baybetween deathand rebirth.
I thought about writing a cinquainOf a half-dozen couplets In iambic pentameterBut the hour passed eleven. I took 1 milligram of melatoninWith eight ounces of water,And my mind now works in mo・no・syl・lab・icthoughts. Goodnight.