Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Perfectly Placed Partial Poodle Puddle Package
Snow after midnight and ghosts in my dreams. Funky tunes and wood chips. No flight to Vegas and an empty game table. Subtle plots and annual seeds. The slow germination of an image and the ever flowing sands of time. The usual pain in the usual place, but with a new ache for a friend. Unanswered questions from long forgotten years. A healthy dose of self-disgust with a built in side of fries. In a chair, over there, past the air, and up the stair is the place where my heart once stood.