the days grew heavy, with time on their backs.
hold my hand until i roll
Imagination
Concentration
Communication
Contemplation
I’ve got nothing but an hour or so. Meet me under the wheel…
Majestic puppy
Booger
Your humble narrator, concupiscent with desire.
We stood there thinking light was reverent, when in actuality, god’s don’t make horseshoes or prisons.
Everything is ringing on the inside. Honest to pulse.
“It couldn’t possibly hurt.”
“I’m afraid it does. We used to watch the cars pass and dream.”
