Category: After Hours


Storm brewing
inside- tumultuous
raging wind
swept alleys,
twisters lifting
dusty thought,
lurking- behind
bitter skies,
reign coming,
washing away,
dreary doldrums,
mired, in clay.

Day, breaks-
hands lifted,
receiving- the
blessing.

Show Me

Words put together,
forming, senseless
structure, meandering
corners, hopeful
idioms expressed,
elegantly, lifted
up, to
literary gods, false
prophets confess,
I have nothing,
to say.

Last Call

Swaggering,
staggering,
they enter,
the night.

Intoxicated
smiles,
words, whispered,
plans, forth
coming.

The
lonely formation,
I watch,
shaking my head,
joining the ranks,
marching,
reluctantly,
home.

Derivative Two

Holiday.

Guy: Ever been to the Bahamas?

Guy: Well, if you like to go then we can send you there for $300 for two weeks.

Guy: The first week anything you want is yours.

Guy: No, really, anything you want.

Guy: Yes.

Guy: Sure, whatever.

Guy: The second week you are owned by us.

Guy: And we wipe your memory.

-END

Insinuating Holiday Journey