The FaunOn a grey survey that the teacher handed out I filled in the no oval for the question Have you ever seriously contemplated suicide? The green chalkboard scrutinized me as I filled in the rest of the elliptical answers.The Faun
As I drove home two deer jumped from brown bushes onto shimmering concrete. The faun flew away, but if the mother had taken my survey she would have filled in yes.
A full moon watched me walk home, my car towed way. The waning of the moon looked on as I hiked through the woods, my walking stick a loaded .22.
To the left
Song For the PierA man sits at the wharf, a scratched guitar across his lap.Song For the Pier
A braided lanyard loops his neck, connecting him
to the instrument. Chafed fingers coil and kink on the strings.
Their frayed ends wiggle in tune with the waves, playing to the gulls.
Silver coins flash as they fall into an open case.
ChessI am a concrete table, under an oak. Central Park is my home. I don’t travel much, but often entertain. To prepareChess
for visitors I dress in my finest plaid, a grid of dark and light squares. When guests come we gather under
my tree, watch the brown and red fox squirrels and listen to the wind hurrying through the streets,
rivers carving the rough canyon walls of the smooth buildings. My favorite visitors are old men with long
grey beards, longer black overcoats, and smooth eyes set in wrinkled faces. We play games with small fig
I-90Out the windshield, waves of wheat wash by, interrupted only by the flick of a green and white mileage sign.I-90
The radio fades in and out, static playing as we pass beneath shimmering mental power cables.
Past an intersection, dirt road, gray highway. A stop sign stands guard, red paint flaking, bullet holes brown with rust.
Overcast sky breaks. Through gray cloud light flashes off the chrome pipes of a passing motorcycle.
Self-InflictedInquision-Why do you love me? -Is that rhetorical or are you serious? -I'm serious Ashleigh. Why do you love me? -You really like to ask me stupid questions don't You? Or maybe... -Or maybe you could just answer my question? -I suppose I could. -I suppose you should... -*sigh* You always do this, even though you know my answers, Kim. -Alright if you don't want to answer then don't. It's not like a big deal or anything I just wanted to hear you say it. -You hear me say it every time we have sex though. -But that's different! -How is it different? -It's sex, everything iInquision
The Long and Winding Road
Distracted
IMA SO STALK YOUS
You made me have to remember my dA password...
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