It Receded, Again
It receded, again, to hibernate on the opposite side of the sphere. The coolness of darkness veiled beach squatters to protect from the solitude to come.
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Grease me up
The mush of dense grease held between buns, insipid, dissolved with chews. The lunch time hunger did not dissuade from consumption. Instead I switched from burger to fry, fry to burger to disguise the patty. I listened to Morrissey playing in the background and admired the whiteness of the room. Continue reading »
Here comes the sun
They drifted by like paper boats on a pond. Couldn’t stare long without sneezing, the brightness was seductively revealed by those clouds. Continue reading »
Chair
Tempted to spin the shiny mass of leather that leaned casually against the wall. The geometric rays weathered it to a state of refinement. I sat on it, I did. Continue reading »
Sunbeams
A passive afternoon was enlightened as sunbeams illuminated assemblages of steel. Chevy’s sheen pronounced confirmation of a glorious past. Continue reading »
In the
In the alley echoes are born and conversations bounce off brick, falling, draining to the gutter. Sound extracted from the alley, unveiling an unpredictable luster. Continue reading »
The Wall
The wall sustains a white Los Angeles, supremely contrasted against black piercings of lively scenes trapped under glass, to be studied for their photogenic semblance. Continue reading »
Static, somewhat
On that Saturday I no longer remained static, only somewhat. The lighthouse garnished, like a cake topper on a grassy mound. On the climb I was repelled by its whiteness, and I rather not push the boundary. Instead I sat and looked, still, as the enormity of the drifting vessel moved our planes in a parallel … Continue reading »
