The sound booms from heavens above
A delicate ballet of light follows the booming timpanis
The crashing symbols
The xylophone pitter-patters on the ground.
The trees howl like sopranos
There is beauty in the storm.
Stomach churning, face flushed.
I should have cleared you from my life.
Stupid stupid, computer remembered for me.
Curiosity killed my appetite,
I read the messages, read you move on.
Violet flowers dotting the road
A boy and girl stroll by
“For you” he says
She blushes softly.
A rainbow of colors
Crimson flowing freely from her nose
Smeared orange concealer hiding her shame
Jaundiced yellow from trying to forget
Green, blue, purple bruises for her errors.
I would like to inform you
That the store is on fire.
Can you hear me now?
Do you hear my warnings?
Do you hear me now?
The store is on fire
Forget the deals and sales
Trophy, success, victory, pride. Lack, failure, loss, disappointment. Gain for glory, for lost love, for acceptance. Without, one is nothing in other’s eyes.
Ew. Smoking is gross. It does remind me of this movie with Aaron Eckhart in it, “Thank You For Smoking.” That was a really good movie. That’s what I would do with my life if I could, I’d just talk bullshit to pursuade people. Working for Marbolo might be morally incorrect, but I think something [...]