(100)

just before the scene
she hesitated only once
(the damn fool)
too timid to ask
(too clean to understand)
and then he blew out the match
and shut his eyes again
(and nothing's changed)

(99)

somewhere I no longer is spoken
somewhere we moulder when inaction we trust
somewhere pain is forgotten forever
somewhere no one gives into lust

(98)

somewhere the drums continue their beating
and voices never are hushed
somewhere nonsense is littered with meaning
when the sunflower seeds turn to dust

(97)

somewhere the moon sings with Eternity
children's songs to the long ago dead
somewhere Life's tucked in under covers
haunted by voices that throb in her head

(96)

somewhere the strangest tide beckons
trembling with the unborn histories
--the ancient futures

(95)

In every job that must be done
There is an element of fun
You find the fun and
SNAP
The job's--

Still a job.
But now with singing.
And I'm not sure that's better.

(94)

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(93)

(92)

Dear Sir/Madam:

Bite me.

Sincerely,
And You're Going In My Book, And You're Going In My Book, And You, And You, And Most Certainly You

(91)

imagine her wanderings

lost in dandelion clouds
almost as if she were the shadow
of the sky

90

and there's always some love story
and you laugh
or you cry
but in the end it's all okay
because
hey
at least they found love
right

and that's what we're looking for
as we stumble through the days
and nights
of our lives
this thing we call love

and we assign so many of our hopes
and fears
and dreams
to these four letters
as if the word itself
can change who we are
and what will become of us

as if this simple syllable
breathes a benediction into our souls
when in fact
we bless ourselves in the hoping
and the fearing
and the dreaming

(89)

The sky peeking between the treetops is navy. Thousands of stars shimmer.

The edges begin to blur.

FADE TO BLACK

The sound of breathing continues.

In and out. In and out.

(88)

you left a little piece of you
inside of me
it's not something that I can
identify
really
but I know it's there
beating in time with my heart
allowing for more of me
to exist

(87) The Twitter Chronicles: 4

Never again.
#butlastnightwasawesome

(86) The Twitter Chronicles: 3

Watched Walt Disney documentary. Cried. Me in a nutshell. #dontjudgeme