The birds ate my crumbs

eagle

my dog snores nowadays.

he is right behind my chair sleeping; I can’t move.

hook

the moon was beautiful last night.

I wonder if I ever snore.

grip

I want some sweets.

still sitting.

Hansel and Gretel

the birds ate my crumbs.

I lost the thread.

nails

the oven door is broken

it rained all day.

imprint

I changed my scent.

the disguised animal instinct; with fragrance.

fall

did I fly?

I drove my son to Buffalo Wild Wings.

soar

….

up to the pink clouds

look at me, look at me.

sing

the soaked words

I love them too much.

checkpoint

soon the season of boots

up to ankles, up to knees, up to nose

lies

the swarm of bees

honey is too sweet not to be stolen

soul

nobody buys

even devil isn’t interested in any more.

spin

the world, the days, the spoon

we should eat somehow

snore

the sun down, no moon tonight.

sweet dreams that can never be taken.

Freud

what are you saying?

don’t put the psycho-chopsticks into the sacred.

sink

deep into the night.

the bed, the warmth, the memory.

timeless

the windows that poured the light in.

I lost the world in that space.

solid

get back to my Ashley.

I’ll write again and again until she truly dies.

trivial

those things grab my heart.

I treasure them.

undiscernible

driving in the fog

to the bottomless mumbles.

morning

surely it will come.

will it?

 

<Septmeber 5th, 2017>

 

 

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