{portable post office}

Pray tell

A different shade of me

Book worm

Flatulence

A warm cup of joe in the morn'

...

Take hands 

Take a breath 

Take yourself & just

GO!!

...

Shoulda looked both ways before talking

Never know which way to sleep

Suicide bores but still comes knocking

Shoulda known. Shoulda been me.

She gabbed...

There's a man walking into a rite aid carrying

a new, still-in-the-box Red Ryder BB gun

over his shoulder

Had this not been such a shady part of town would that have seemed so odd?

{fuck sleep}

I wake with a start; Gasping for breath...

Eyes scan the room, taking it all in. 

It isn't real; it was just a dream...

A nightmare. 

Heart beat pounds in my inner ear. Sweat rolls off my brow. I cannot catch my breath. I roll to my side & clutch the pillow under my head. 

A dream...

A nightmare. Just...

Eyes now dry desert head lamps, full bore. Burning & red. Staring straight forward. 

I'm not going back. Not to That...  

I turn on the light. Make a coffee. Stare a my newest cardboard canvas, just a few lines mark it. 

A dream...

Not a nightmare. Just a dream...