polaroids..

cheifs..

rain today. tomorrow and yesterday..

the sky is melting tonight

blanketing the earth in motherly love..

the skeletons of the trees turn from grey to green

as their skin folds like small talk

rock, sand, silt, and soot clog up the drains

choking on the past

sinking like a stone

the sky is yawning and so still

makes me want to pull up anchor

and head out to sea..

wetlands..

my mind might as well be a swamp...

where good ideas are pushing up daisies

where monsters and two headed snakes

and heavy fog go to rest..

a deep pool swollen to rise

stagnant, still, solid waste..

nothing but wide open space..

the kids..

i have friends?