FREAKING FAB FRIDAYS ARE HERE!!

blog-template-01.png

Lesson #7, when a nail technicians tells you that you will have to soak your nails in remover and wrap them with aluminum foil for a few hours, PAY ATTENTION. She is not kidding.


A new ToolKit for Writer's of all types

WILL BE AVAILABLE SOON.

 
7a3f9cab-b05d-4c2f-8604-ac331c796c76 (1).png

Tombstone by Michael Aaron Lloyd

I have failed

a fallen fink

figured out by freckles

frequently

festering

a fear

of false

gods

and

lucifers.

Integrated on glands

marked retrieve

when ready.

that is not now?

but when,

I see you,

ask about your new book,

not the I once knew book.

The city is like

a swamp,

full of organisms

organic

organization

of

origin,

a laughing spell

turned toxic

twisting,

turning,

ticking,

a

teetering ship

from men-overboard,

to bored over men.

A stimulated populous

popping pills and politely pleasing the pedestrian’s pantomime

an elevator’s game leaving magnolia seeds as tip,

the door man’s lacking sense of humor.

I am coddled by ghosts each day,

but still turn the lights off before I close my eyes.

They are possibly everywhere,

Where every possibility grows

and blooms and flowers

possibly parading the impossible

A wrecking ball

ran from nothing but the

light of the sun.

noting nothing as gloom,

nothing would,

…grow.

Nothing would, 

at all.

We could have left the treetops

to prosper, 

instead we build skyscrapers,

apes wont climb

wire

and

metal,

Not apes…

but humans.

eager compost,

the obituary red

and kept files

until flies

fed off the

decay of

their briefcases.


Until Monday.