Old wood garage where I'd fetch Dad's tools just so I could sit and watch...

Now just a heap all dusty and dark harboring Shadows that thirst and reach.

Slow gliding cars leave our dead end behind with hand waves and big smiling faces...

Street lights pop on now there's Sinister Sedan windows crack as it hungrily searches.

Looking down the ravine with the creek and it's coal,  picking pockets full of blackberries...

Just heed when you dream they'll be chasing your soul, wish for a Hobo's hole with disguises.

Wind raised eyebrows stop the tick-tock.
Countless creases will mock all talk.
Shoes to dry by spit-run aspersion.
Walking rainbows forget now to rise.
Chancing pavement before it dries.
Old closed sign comforts finish line.
A taste of dull scissors dipped in brine.

Never...
Knew your surprise
For me.

Never...
Thought it would be
All that.

Never...
Even realized
You see.

Never...
Saw your need
To escape.

Never...
A desire to run
From me.

Never...
Till you decided
To liberate.

Didn't sleep again and I'm not referring to the meandering standings between One and the Nothing.

Can't feel that pain anymore since my head decided to bash into a wall making a numbsickle out of my frontal corridor.

Reality decided to sneak a peek using one handed greased quick release dropping shock haunting timepieces at my door.

Now down for the wide surge forging realization through pores reinvented from ancestral necessity making us One all encompassing.

Tis funny...
Huh! Life deludes us all
At times...
A grand scheme?
Or merely the workings of master pranksters.
Fiddling their thumbs in pure excitement.
As the befuddled gaze.
Knowing not the illusion.
Of what we simply call...
Change.

Aloud I praise that moment when we shout Out!
Hey I know you and you know why!
Let's fancy a stroll or simply be simple.
Hugs are amazing just like love making.
Ill manners and farting not so well.
And if you decipher them my love goes to you.