I was walking around
the art store without my dad.
He was up at the front
talking to the manager.
I was wearing green and
I was really young.
I thought a tree would
blend in at the art store.
I could never really draw right
but I could create problems.
There was a man eyeing
me up and down.
His clothes covered in dirt.
A cigarette dripping from his mouth.
A hat that looked like it
was a shoe thrown at his head.
He had a bottle covered
in a brown paper bag.
He’d look left and right
before he’d take a swig.
He kept talking to me.
He kept asking me why won’t you answer?
I had no idea what he was saying.
He kept walking with me.
He said turn around and look at me.
I had so many questions in my mind as well.
Who punched you in the mouth!?
Can I do the same?
I couldn’t though…
I was just feeling anxious
and I felt sorry for him.
He kept winking at me.
He kept trying to get closer.
I don’t know why I waited so long
to go up to the front counter.
The cashier told him to leave.
My Dad never even noticed him leave.
Why is it so easy to create
problems in an art store?
It wasn’t me this time though!
This is why I stay in rural areas.

The traveler stalks the world of roads.
He carries his cares and doubts in many loads.

A woman cut his heart into pieces with a knife.
Now he gives a piece to every woman in his nomadic life.
Yet his wife stole the biggest piece.

The traveler has been away so long that he's lost his mind.
Its at home with the one making him blind.

He'll never arrive at home until her dreams are found.
She's like a roaring dog too loud to be bound.

They are kind of like twins because you
can't tell them apart.
Until she cut up his already dying heart.

The traveler walks out a enigmatic tale.
He never feels the sun or stars on a endless trail.
He can't leave her because someday his
heart will be glued into peace.
Where God will find both of them a place.

Which came first the secret or the lie?

The secret had to have cracked shells.
There is  no collection of hells.
Bosoms at the bottom of nowhere.
Lies that grow out of your eye.
You hooked love up to indifference.
It all barfs up inside of your heart!
Pier of perfection splits you in two.
You’re more vulnerable than the victim!
Copulation of humphs splash everywhere.

Theres a icy moon out tonight.
So this figure skater will take flight.

She will land doing a layback spin in illumination.
This snow angel will be a sensation.

A spin with snowflake grace.
Her hands move up like a lovers embrace.

The lines of her back are arching.
Free leg goes out with a life all its own by slanting.
While the others in a glittering scene of scratching.

People see her moving in fast circles but
to her it feels like the world is spinning.
Summer crickets are constantly cheering.
There are clouds above the trees clearing.

She is such a  sensation that the stars start skittering.
She shines so bright the moon might swallow her whole.
Snow angel must hurry or her moon might turn into a black hole.

The sun is sending her a flight warning.
She'll melt if she doesn't fly back to earth.
All the fire flys compete for a chance
to land on the moon.
There's a rush to fly because tomorrow
will be an exploding monsoon.

David had
the courage to
admit he was
poor and needy.
Something most
future kings
wouldn’t admit.
Yet he didn’t just
say it to just anyone.
He said it to
someone he knew
who would care.
He said it to God.
He was amazed!
So am I!
He probably
did it in private.
Yes it was
all a miracle.

I wonder if
he knew the
psalms would
be read by many.

Azure tears fall from her cloudy face.
Depression leaving an inky trace.
She feels thick eyebrows of despair.
Cherry lips are now no longer happy
but pout down in ****** flair.
Curls are now strait in her hair.
There's no illusion everyone
wants to leave her.
There is no shock leaving
a lemony after taste.
Yet no sugar for her ultimate despair.

Letters of revelry were coming from
a unknown knight.
Mortification singed his lies
in the untimely light.
She tested his love by saying
there was none.
No surprise that he left
her cloudy and alone.
The end came in the letter that left
dark dread all around.
Inky sadness makes a dreary sound.

She now hides in a golden cave.
Woodpeckers drill a sign saying
knights aren't able to save.
Waves are always billowing
over the sunny path that she is
trying to engrave.
Clouds hide and protect her from the world.
Her dreams are like cotton packing.
Someday the sun will rise in her cloudy face.
She will find a surprise king to take his place.

A skeleton pets a pterodactyl.
Clusters of dragonflies.
Hear the stasis calling.
Ocean waves flying.
Bones are stomping.
Clouds are falling.
Poems rot at dawn.
There are words I’ll never say.
There’s bitterness I need to slay.
Shorter is always better.