Wednesday, September 30th 2015
disobeying the talking
traffic light i feel
somewhat rebellious
sleeping gangsta chicks
a constantly shaking nutter
a black man with a million fries
the fog swallowed up
the cars, and every other time
it spat one out
Tuesday, September 29th 2015
fern, moss and fungi
claim everything that's immobile
for more than a week
the leaves walk to the ground
filling the air with the
sounds of million footsteps
the miniature tarantula
look-a-like was reason
enough to camp in the car
a fairy
slid down the back
of my car
Monday, September 28th 2015
a living-rest-room
with an on site
waiting area
with the snow covered peak
in front of me the cold
suddenly makes perfect sense
since i ran over water
i smell
like dead fish