Keeping the joneses - Free Verse (28.03.23).

vanilla milk

shake(s) my stomach

rewatched for

the drama, stayed for

the End. praying She’s not

lost somewhere in

the Garden

picket fence stacked

sideways, left a scar I

still hear feet

tapping. still only

one shut door

away They run I’m

envious waking to

the Sun howling to

no Moon feels like home-

not enough

yet She

cries and I know my

Place rocking purrs,

cooing on

a windy sofa seasoning

Avocados letting

them

fall like Isaac

said, tasty

descent, icy

toes lost to the

Soil where I

buried a

Secret.

it’s coming up

Sour.

salt for the scabs,

spirit for the Spirits.

we should talk

More! out of order until

Further Notice! told

a Lie covered a bigger

one film breakdown

on the bathroom

floor hoping Ginger

isn’t mad hope the

Desert’s easy on

your leg like the

Valentines in my

tummy suffocating

moths, face

First feet on

the Shore suffocating on

a shell- she’ll come back,

Right?

Bought the courage He

promised scammed right

into the Inferno.

Dante is

dead crying in the

Corner, melted to a

Puddle of

Waxy

Nothingness so hot so

Pointless.

but still we Follow the

Marigolds.

Moving Out (On).- Anthology