Showing posts from August, 2015


I can't hear the thoughts in my head
did she say run, to dream of better times...though she hates all the ones that I dream up
Stay here, I'll be right back
though I know she won't be
We live in the basement of the house of crosses
Left with the one who doesn't know how to garden but he sure can make you believe he does
Because, for the selfish, beauty can easily be dreamed up for them to see
especially when the colors of the dreams are shades of blue and green.
I escaped with a twenty-dollar bag of hot chips and a determination to burn all eggs and waffles and toast.
The fire set me free.