Hugging You

oh, my/ i sigh, wisp of memory/ floating by an image/ remembering us the smell of clean/ oil of olay hands warm/ blue veins/ grey eyes Oh, my/ i sigh. arm in arm/ hand to hand laughing again/ I dream awake oh! awaken my love! waiting breathlessly/ drowning sea I hug you tightly/ brightly ShiningContinueContinue reading “Hugging You”

The Mural Dream of a Cool Kid

“I was high on life, and probably paint fumes and Columbian Gold…it felt cool…”

Chicken? or Pig? Just Flesh, please…

“…that half smile and nod…while their eyes glaze over…like my very words are getting dirt on them…”