While driving through McDonald’s for the nineteenth time that week alone, he paused and stared at their menu sign. Little flecks of red and gold upon a field of white littered with black curving shapes, tiny strips of night. The world upon its axis slowed and time refused flower as the patron held those shapesContinue reading “Drive-Thru Ballad”
Whistling down the alleyway on a Tuesday afternoon while the rain pours down and down like notes without a tune, he strolls with shadows ‘cross his eyes and a jacket made of sleep, and in each pocket jostling are heaps of tasty treats. Not candies; no, no lollypops, no sugar-laden fare, but music, words, andContinue reading “an other”
I’m miserably scribbling at my desk feeling rather ill, if the devil’d do my work I think I’d take that deal. I don’t care the price I’d pay– ironic twists? Fine. Sure. Just do it soon before I spew: this laptop’s not insured.
Sometimes my words come pouring out without me knowing why like a dog that howls all night at the moonless sky. And when I try to stop their flow by shutting up my trap, they build and bang and multiply til I can’t hold them back. It’s like an endless music that plays without aContinue reading “To wit, I ramble”
Spider Ballad There was a spider in my brain eating things that flew– hopes and dreams and artful things and all my thoughts of you. What little brain I had to start made for meager fare, and soon my skull (an empty bowl) became the spider’s lair. It spit its venom in my eyes andContinue reading “Spider Ballad”
Somebody hacked my Instagram while I was fast asleep. Their Russian keys were clacking hard to crack my photo heap. How depressed they must have been, how crestfallen, how “Sad!” to find selfies and nothing more (it must’ve made them mad). So here’s to you, my Russian friend, I raise my glass. Da, cheers! ThanksContinue reading “Collusion, a Ballad Stream”
The drive from here to McDonalds is longer than I’d like, but I’ll make that same drive everyday for chocolate shakes and fries. I’ll climb aboard my trusty car and let his engine roar– that I might buy a full on meal and make it large (’cause more). I’m far too old for happy mealsContinue reading “A McDonald’s Ballad Stream”