A man drowns in the desert.
Apple of my eye,
Fall down for me,
I know gravity,
Always in bloom
My neighbors garden
I just came up with a great cliff hanger.
Lonely pyromaniac; just wanted a match.
“Wrong number” says a familiar voice.
I had amnesia once, maybe twice.
The court poet
Overthrew the king
In my cousin’s backyard we dug for buried treasure. We dug till the sunset and till our parents voices called out for us. We lost their voices by digging. We found a rusted bullet from long ago, we found a broken arrow from longer ago. It was too early to stop, who knew what else we could find?
We found campfire set by ancient men, we found tusks and bones. We dug deeper to the terrible feathered monsters, we dug through the time of lizards and found the ocean floor. Further still we went and drowned in the molten earth. We dug and burned till everything turned to dust. We dig through the universe, a knife cutting through god to see what came before.
Passengers, this isn’t your captain speaking.
A seaside cafe
“Don’t you know holy men can live without food or water for days? They never need glasses or medicine. We never get sick!”
The doctor stared. The holy man urged, “I’ll need a few pills and a new pair of contacts to convince my followers- for a few days tops.”