three dogs and a cat fight
slow the hour after all
howling echoes through the darkness
that is the devil’s parade
a wild streak
a burning constitution
renders the blind
don’t ask to speak. now
the making of silence in sleep
i am sloppy now. Letting them in.
The wind weaving in between.
Untangling the themes.
Tracing what was true but now seem
like the wonders of a dream
Spring became the palm
i shook with clammy hands
a gladness not to be relied upon.
a silver beauty that goes grey and far
only returning to burn the heart of out the dark.
she forgot to rewind the tape.
and again I weep with lady who. Lost the meatball and gained no means.
Where is father? And his camera?
Won’t there be a memory of this misery?
there’s clapping during rehearsal
even some tears
some real people
Please welcome the real downer of the evening
wait for the firetruck
that’s the highlight.
of) a good night, I hope
the good one
Sally wants to know why no one likes a salad.
There are 5 kinds of electrified spuds.
did you explain to her there’s no one in charge?
i found a bible in the fiction section and lost my laugh.
my god. The things she knows.