Good writes
Neither wrong nor right
Seep to seize reaction

Don't wanna go to sleep.
That would mean waking up.

You knew all of me during those rooftop getaways
Grasping hands we'd make haste for our Twilight Escape
Speckled leaves brushed our feet ascending luminescent latice
Night's warm caress nestled us near the edge of release
Nothing could heed our desire for the freedom that were we
Transported over quagmires where our souls could finally see

Old selves die easily.
They whine their superseded demands
And the winds of change
Blow buildings down on them.

Or slide into a warm bath of contentment
And gasp out their last as the water drains,
Marooning them like bathtoys of despair.

One has expired in my arms.
His face turns to smoke
Like a ghost beginning to form.

Tenderly, I drag him to the backyard
To hide him with the others.
I mark where they’re buried
So oblivion knows where to find them.

Hope  "Cat Scratch Sally" ain't waitin by the shack.

Bought a fever yesterday that I can't take back.

Old wood garage where I'd fetch Dad's tools just so I could sit and watch...

Now just a heap all dusty and dark harboring Shadows that thirst and reach.

Slow gliding cars leave our dead end behind with hand waves and big smiling faces...

Street lights pop on now there's Sinister Sedan windows crack as it hungrily searches.

Looking down the ravine with the creek and it's coal,  picking pockets full of blackberries...

Just heed when you dream they'll be chasing your soul, wish for a Hobo's hole with disguises.