Your daddies truck

Your daddies truck

     A truck you can’t drive
It       runs on gasoline and,
leaves you stranded behind, alone outside---
The engine blows up and the tires make sounds:
br       oom                      oom      br  chu      ga
chu                                     che            che

Hamster paws

hamster paws
my heart
your yo-yo

Trevor

Trevor
We grew up like grapes in a rusty vineyard;
The wind, always trying to break us apart.
Our surroundings seemed as if a dream on a hot day,
Beautiful from afar, horrendous to be a part of.

The more they pulled, the harder we stretched;
We broke down and fell apart;
Waiting to be held—Picked up
The sand, their hell, our heaven:

We both don’t want to end up as cheap hot wine

Edward Hopper's Automat

Edward Hopper’s Automat

I slave in the kitchen,
I slave in front of the stove,
I come here to slave no more.

A cloud of emptiness,
I drift in and out.
Coffee. Sip, sip?
Oh! My glove is still on;
That ring,
That ring  under that still-worn glove.

Now my forever ball and chain.