#oldjournals

Mountain dandelions are different than ones back home.They make fluffy yellow flowers look like housecats. Not lions at all.Yellow fringed and orange centered with green eyelashes all around.Roar pollen in the wind. Dig in the leftovers of a billion years.Root like pigs. Deep into hard gray lichen coated ground.Creep throughout a lawn and launch on eyes like preywhere they mindlessly…

Oh you life, pompous and loud, loopy yet proud. Lightning crashing parties in heaven.At the entrance telling lies that barrel down deep like thunder, a second too late, truth debates shaking ground from sound, flustered, rippled air. The clouds hoisted rain withheld,dangled, above head, just out of reach, beyond, water in aerated ascended pondscasting shade and crooked lines so thin you can see…

That’s redundant. In more ways than twelve twenty fours which are actually fourteen forty. Speaking truthfully now. Innumerable. Sore wrist. Right hand dominant. Upper extremities bilaterally distributed. Time teller. At the bank. Next in line? More time, please. More time.

Eyes locked tight like that safe seals moments. Beholding all of someone else’s equity. Pity. Numbers don’t trail like I do.…

Where comets come from. Yes. You are brighter than stars and have a magnificent tail. But we need to know where you dwell. You should take someone there. Until then, you’re just an omen. Of something. Beautiful. And terrible. All by your lonesome. You’re a volatile couple. Ashley. Americanized Cinderella. Do I know you hate that. Do we love you for it. Honey. I need you. More than I ever let you…

Oh Life – Old Journals

Oh you life, pompous and loud, loopy yet proud. Lightning crashing parties in heaven. At the entrance telling lies that barrel down deep like thunder, a second too late, truth debates shaking ground from sound, flustered, rippled air. The clouds hoisted rain withheld, dangled, above head, just out of reach, beyond, water in aerated ascended ponds casting shade and crooked lines so thin you can see…