Tag: vegetation

What the hell are you doing?
It came to me that I was trespassing
Their eyes were in protruding knobs at either side of their heads
And then it was time to go somewhere else
It looked like a kind of punk porcupine
Some background checking is required
Still beautiful even in its decline
I don’t think she had any friends
For a while it was nothing, nothing at all
That’s how so many things happen
She would have to decide which way she was headed before she ran past that door
One never knows quite whom or what to trust
If I seem full of anger, it’s just my style
It’s not a pain exactly, it’s more like a longing
Where’d the hell you come from?
A silent place where no one would hear my cries of outrage or pleas for freedom
What sounds came from the street were distant, indistinguishable
Well, I’ve been having a great time here
There is evidence of styling gel
Is that you inside that ridiculous disguise?
Whatever place we chose was our world
That was as far ahead as he liked to think
I’ve been away a long time
Does anybody tell the truth around here?
I shouldn’t be suprised to find you here
Come, folks. We’ll sneak out ahead of the crowd
The sun was setting in earnest
And yes, I am wondering too, if and when yesterday’s posts and comments will be restored ;-)
I’m going to just relax
I do have to go somewhere now
The real thing could never live up to the dream
He could hardly go back to what he had been
He felt like he had never been there before
When they were gone it would be something that had never happened
They had friends; that was how they met
He had no worries, none, and he worried about that
I was stunned, so stunned that I couldn’t move
One wrong move and you’re dead
With no book to read and no one to talk to, he fell asleep on the garden bench
Weeds flaming up from cracks in the concrete
Nothing. There was nothing. Nobody there in the dark
I don’t like to be forced to do things
Why, the dark is built right in, isn’t it?
My imagination was just big enough to get me in trouble
I don’t know how long we’ll be staying
It was hot, with a gritty desert wind hard to breathe in
Maybe they can give him something to settle him down
You are not a simple soul and have no business being here
It was not a story to pass on
Breathing and murmuring, breathing and murmuring