time

12,3,6, and nine the quarters of an hour in time as the clock spills over the counter the numbers are also lost in the hour almost simontaniously the sides combust into debris

Cure

She walks into the street standing so free when she waves her hair stars burst out in a flair her beauty out brightens the sunlight. and she shines until the day turns to night

It's about you

I feel you from afar, the internal struggle the moments of peace. See how the war in iraq mirrors your attitude, your enemies. You build a wall and then the government builds a war.

Popular Music/ Personal Music

“Popular Music/ Personal Music” if Chris is six if Chris is six if Chris is six then Chip is seven then Chip is seven then Chip is seven and Jon is eight and Jon is eight
Cherry

Gland I. Ely

Mucking around with new prose ideas - set in the future, an adventure-travel writer reports back on his first week in England. First prose I've posted on here in many years...

Weekend Party People

Sweet child in time I watch you drowning in the subtle poisons of your generation, trapped in your desperate dance to paradise.

Only Human

Do I regret having a baby young? Well, it’s complicated isn’t it? Never as cut n dried as that.

Cinquain #9

Old man fine lines of age threading their way around corners of his eyes, break into a smile

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