It was a really good Monday for being a Saturday. Nancy was on her whiskey diet. The elephant didn’t want to talk so he left the room. He was sure the Devil painted her blood red sparkly glitter. The old angel still enjoys his authority.
Nancy looked into the mirror on the wall and saw another person. It was her face, but someone else under the skin. Then she understood. She had just wanted a pet but ended up getting married.
Outside the raccoon attacked the trash. Let him eat. She looked up at the sky and saw a million dead stars. Her scream silenced the rowdy teenagers.
Choosing to do nothing is still a choice, after all.
Oh, those new
Bored of the world
They give birth to
Their lives a silent art.
They laugh at death
And barricade their world.
Burn as bright suns
till the end of day
each his own Schrödinger
breaking bones against a blood sky
Never allowing compromise.
They refuse the world
And it’s comforting
Eventually Tom gave in to madness.
Sad dead road rat squashed flat.
Tom strums his cobwebbed guitar.
Can we give peace a chance? Anybody?
Motorcycle man has places to be.
The hard-man holds her small hand.
Andy loved his shiny new telephone.