Lost at sea

Lost at Sea

 

Waves roll all over one another like fat green puppies with white

noses and tails. I remember making love to you in a dry beige

bathtub at your dad’s house. That was the strangest Easter tradition

I’ve ever known. Prophets howl the truth from street corner squats.

Nobody listens. As soon as this boat hits land, I am going to set sail

for Yesterday. I hope you’ll be waiting there in that paisley giggle

I bought for you, in that quaint little street market, when we almost

went to France. I guess, if I needed to make sense today, I’d have to

ask for change. In some countries, they would have killed me at birth.

I'm going to go to those places, and get revenge someday. I hope you

found the kitten I left for you in the oven. His meow sounds like snow

falling on that old cathedral in South Boston where the w****s go to eat.  

 

Author's Note

I could try to explain, but, I don't think I have the proper tools for a full rebuild. It's all a matter of pressure and the thickness of the noodles. If you need further explanation turn to page 75 in you Glory Home Baptist Hymnal and sing with me about
sheep. Otherwise, just interpret the lines as you will, and, for God's sake, watch out for the potholes. They'll kill your tread.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

from the sublime to the devastating haunts ~in every single sentence pulses a story~what images!!~

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

=D It just made me think of someone pining for yesterdays, far more innocence and individuality while still having a dark, verging on sociopathic grin looking forward to shredding the pathetic fools of today.
Packed full of your usual twisted and interesting images of course.

[Kerry O'Connor]

You had me at fat green puppies :)