the first word to pop into my head
sounds elegant
friends with
liquid potato
tells death's cousin to work her magic.
mysteries play on the not so silver screen.
above my head
an animal scurries across the room
it's a new familiar sound
the ingredients of a recent addition
but in a few i will flee to the unknown.
another train runs through the tunnel
and i watch the lines and length.
i'll pump junk on the corner
until the diamonds shine
i hold a baker's dozen in pocket
recite verses of a past life
but those believe it was just a dream
or is it me who tells me so.
i care not for punctuation
