stare at sinks
too long
and empty
contents
of better patience.
I catch mosquito minutes
in a stolen net
because those blood suckers
are thieving time
away from you and I.
socks always rip
at the toe
or the heel or the ball,
or the all,
animals walk on...
pluck decisions
from the overgrown
while wrecks
fall from the pretty sky
sounding like tall small souls.
I told the refridgerator
to keep my wishes cold
because of wanted place
where the dash screams
in the middle of a hundred dreams without numbers.
it is brought back
inevitably
with hawks and hazzards
but the Why is still blue
and existing still exists.