Heaven is often described as golden laid streets with mansions along the sides.
It is a different thought to many as to what it looks like.
Heaven is golden streets or mansions though.
“Do you believe in mermaids?” asked Don.
I was too surprised at the question to say anything at first. Don’s eyes had a dreamy look as he went on without waiting for an answer.
I felt sorry when I found out her vagina was just an unloaded gun, still warm and with a taste of deadly powder.
the worker bees buzz &
the management, the authority figures,
crunch down the boots
on the backs of us all
tossing crumbs & wanting
better production, faster pace,
certainly it only takes putting the hand on the burner
to figure out how stupid a relationship at the work place can be
to figure out how it will effect your coworkers
as age creeps up
so does self-awareness &
as self-awareness taps one’s shoulder
so comes the cloak of
floods into focus &
I think I broke his arm, sprained it maybe. I definitely felt his nose crack though, but that doesn’t matter right now.
“Bed, Christopher! You too Mandy! By yur! Now!”
Welsh intonation emphasizes my expat status.
There he goes again, now climbing the tree and showing off limberness once available me. Not now for sure, my legs unruly and unsupportive, unforgiving as I lurch from one room to another.
You’ll be there,
On the other side;
Just across the water.
I think of you,
Sitting on the edge;
I want to reach out.
We meet often
Only in my head.