Familia

Somewhere out there
There is a happy boy
A smile on his face
A gleam in his eye
Everything is right
Everything is good
He bust be loved
Not overly so
Or less than average
But just the right amount
He must have a good family
One that is perfect in every way

Eat A Peach

Ravenous
Famished
Just damn hungry
Its been a day
Or two maybe even three
Since my belly was last filled

The cupboards were full
And even the fridge
But there was nothing to eat
Nothing good at least

Then my eyes laid upon
The biggest
The fattest
The roundest
Peach that I had ever seen

With one bide I was in heaven
Juices running down my chin
From my shit eating grin
By belly became full
I became happy

Death Works Overtime

Late at night
Crusing the streets
Beer in one hand
Wheel in the other
With a smoke spilling ash
I take the corner
A little closer than not
Wheels over the curb
Trashcans lay in waste behind
Death you hear me?
I should over the music
Undone seatbelt dangling along
I don’t care any more
Everything has been taken
Nothing remains
Just a disgrace
Not needed any more
Death you hear me?
You better be working overtime
By the end of tonight
My soul will be ripe
For you to reap
Off this earth

The Shelf

“Working never hurt anyone, but why take a chance,” in black lettering adorned the side of the mug. Brown coffee stains ringed the inside of the cup. Faded yellow, green, and purple stings of beads lay in a heap. Dots of clean wood are reviled in the thick layer of dust when disturbed. Decals on the three beat-up matchbox cars were pealing off and sand clogged the wheels. The cars were loved once. A graduation cap hung from a nail pounded in the side of the shelf. A picture frame laid face down, buried in the dust. Did it simply fall over, or was it set this way for a reason?

Paranoia

What is that? That bump behind my ear. Cancer? Must be cancer. I must have a brain tumor. I’m going to die… I’m going to die… I’m going to die! Not now. It’s to soon. I have to much yet to do. I have to live my life. I need to live A life. I need to enjoy myself. I don’t want to work. I can’t work any more. I need time to live… To do what I always wanted to do. Oh god. I don’t want to die!

To Entertaining Not To Do

The roar of the fog horn followed by the clanging buoy bells were the only sounds in the dark fog laden port. Shay could only see a few feet through the dense soup, but she knew her surroundings. Almost intimately. Crates waiting to be loaded as cargo surrounded her, giant airships hovered above her, waiting/wanting to take flight. And not far in front of her was her prey. She smiled to herself as she drew her dueling saber and navel revolver. Stepping slowly, softly, through the dampness.

Great Detail Description

Small, square, grey… About three inches long and wide, maybe two inches deep. Phillips head screws hold its face place on, barely. One is through the upper right corner and another through the lower left. The opposite corners were empty black eyes that unblinkingly watch me, study me… Two plastic toggles are in the middle of the exposed face. They were probably once white, but now they have been grayed by the sweat and grime of daily use. Three pipes extended from the box, two towards the ceiling and the last towards the floor. Splattering of paint was speckled on the pipes. The boxes face had also been discolored by age and use. The little metal box had seen a harsh long life and probably just as far left to go.

Broken Window

The primary windows were of the double hung style, vinyl clad, double pained with storm windows. There were visible indications of moisture on some of the window frames. The bottom weather stripping adhesive had come loose. It was noted that one of the basement windows was cracked. The windows were functional at the time of inspection. There were no major defects in the window system.