this short poem...
inverted in the kitchen.
just vain.
life is worth much more than gold.
scene at two fifteen.
ask the knife.
she replied.
I did spy a ghost joke.
morning candle light.
my cereal without milk.
I want to make you breakfast.
for the first time.
desmond sidewalk.
honk horns and get fined by ahead of truth.
windows and tigers.
my friends have flesh in the wind.
tell me it's good to be back.
each morrow.
I think about memories, but not memories.
whisk many.
I am bright on page thirty two.
we always want.
but we'll never get.