K are S

Gotta crack down fix up knuckle round

unbounded madmen yesteryears’ best friend

unguarded grill spills little white pills

imaged inauguration and then

crown spills at the feet of a prophet

ain’t no profit in truths

Healing fingers practice havoc

routines one two bow

sit fix quick flex flew flight

gourd

fellows in ships

like wise guys finish last

Pop funk rabbit in pursuit

crack's in the street corners

highway connection human disconnect

dark purposeless world

sunglasses required

Something’s gonna happen

then it doesn’t

86 word story

The balloon is passed from man with painted smile to boy with painted fangs. Small hand grips rope tightly. Sparse grass watches on, unswaying. The balloon bobs, oblivious to heat or crowds or sound, reacting only to the movements of its master. Fake vampire with real grin dances along, mimicked in slow motion by the balloon. A stone in the path. Stumble. Shocked hand responds, releases. Wide mouth horror unseeing eyes watch as the balloon takes flight. Up. Up. Tears drag face paint to the earth.

Writing rediscovered

upturn triumph
it turns beggars into heroes
and the gallant into slackers.
prize what is unattainable
but never what is had
having is the first sin
justify nothing
but now
the only posses sable thing
is now.
to be wasted as you please
no apologies.
save disney songs
for moments of depressions
sing nirvana at the top of your lungs
in joy.