Knocking around
all over the world, and finding
a yellow hallway
during the rain.

Shiva,
did a headstand,
and leaned
against the red brick wall.

A trio of blue bloods
drinking red wine.

She put on a record,
and played it at double speed,
he and he's impatience waned.

Our wandering feet
slowed
and the rhythm
of words
brought us
to the ground.

What are little sisters thinking about?

Paul is dead,
and dying
from his throaty
Elvis voice.

My old room
used to be haunted
by ghosts and demons,
they would borrow my books
until
I needed them back.

Its not that cold,
and upon leaving

the birds chirped,

you could smell
earthworms
crawling in the
wet
grass.