Blue dream
I’m darkness
With wine
There was a point
Where the room stood still
A so did the trees
But now the traffic picks up In the background
The rabbits heard something
And the wind...it says shiloh, go West
Now I wish that I wasn’t so burdened
With the choice to go down two different streets
And burdened with time,
It’s being, in my veins like blue ink and making its way up to my brain to be wrapped in neural tubes till it drains cool aid from its corners.
I wish that a maker like Viggo would cast his pen that says Oscar and float down his invisible warrior chain for drama, ransom
The walks I’ve taken show that the branches supporting the local homes are well watered and well kept, construction
Sights and signs of prosperity
alright, and with that I step into the next intersection,
and check my blindspots