The night was alive
The goblins were about
The owls were eloping
And the devils were playing
City street games
With brightly colored
Often obscenely flavored
Suits
Category: bubblegum
Glam (day 160)
Smiling faces
Focused on gelatin
Fancy dresses
And a married starlet
Drinks and drinks
And cameras and sinks
Meat in the locker
Liquor on the floor
Sequins and glitter
Sushi and tea
Tonight you’ve been
A life of glam
In These Shoes (day 159)
Fueled by urban rush
Styling through leftover plush
The balanced hair left a little smear
Sexy walks and glaring looks
No, we’re happy in these shoes
Give me blood
And I’ll ask for scabs
Give me cocktails
And I’ll ask for napkins
Give me rainbows
And I’ll ask for the rain
Give me eyebrows
And I’ll ask for the lips
Give me hair
And I’ll fray it everywhere
Now we’re happy in these shoes
Remember to Forget (day 158)
Excitement erodes thought
Like creeping vines through the summer
Like washout after rain
Like music through the soul
Like pressure in the vein
These are the good things
We make in life
Lets remember to forget
In From The Rain (day 153)
Excuse me as I step in here a minute
Take my mind away, my load off
Shake loose this gripping cold
Retreat from this drenching wind
My, is that a copy of the paper?
Oh, it’s a very nice warmth in this room
I’ll take a tea please
If you don’t mind, a scone too please
Well, this was nice
I had a great stay
The tea was good
And the scone was as I’d hoped
But, as all good things
Must come to an end
So must I depart
And brave this dreadful weather
Roll (day 152)
Love is what’s anxious
Sticky fingers and
Chance glances
Keeping the funk
Roll, roll, roll
Roll with me baby
We own the night
Because we slept all day
Not Dead (day 139)
Well fed
Tonight
I shall
Come home
Not dead
The Gift (day 135)
Squabbling Quibian!
What have you found there?
Is it a new form of currency?
A rare gem; a gift from the Emperor?
How you cradle it like a lover
Lost deep at sea
There is something nostalgic
In your eyes I see
A pebble, dear Quibian?
A stray rock here you hold?
Found amongst the leaves
On your long walk home?
Pleasing (day 120)
Of easily identifiable
Varying degrees
With little sustenance
But wholly equitable
Randomly ordered
Securely fastened
Flavorly tasting
Minutely differentiating
Tiny something-or-others
Always have a way
Of pleasing my soul
Even on days
When souls are feeling cold
Warm Whispers (day 116)
Slowly dancing down the steeply inclined staircase
Mending broken bones with happy thoughts and
Careless nights and too many insufficient lights
Making up lost time with tension high and
Premarital blissful sinful rupturing like cool nights
Of fourth of July celebrations you never
Quite let go hands with and always remember
The feel of that tingling anticipation.
Or was it just a pixie that held hands
With the moon and danced a strange song
Around your head as you woke from the dream.
To lazy to reach, but to awake to not notice
How many little spaces there were amongst
The glowing daylight.
…And listen; I think she’s calling.