Cloud talks

Sometimes,
I get the idea
That the sky makes sure it's clear blue just when you need it to be
And in those later hours,

When it knows you'll be okay

That average gray will return.

She types at eleven pm.

Night is an interesting concept.
A time for complete and utter nothingness.
Where the light that so carefully bathes our skin during the day is washed away along with all those other colours,
Blending together a mixture of what otherwise could not blend.

And if I could single handedly put my finger on the best part of night,
It would almost have to be the fact that everybody sleeps.
That sleep exists-even,
A Lon and winding state of heal the body needs...
Our own minds need.

Night is good for your health.


I choose to drink it with starlight.

Adeline's flowers

Sometimes she says...

Oh these words,
She says.

"Jimmy wants to take me out to tea..."

Though Adeline has not quite fancied tea
She speaks to her Jimmy
Not only in dreams

"...he said the flowers were purple..."

And purple they were,
Once that time ago,
When Jimmy could have been

Was

Almost as real
As poor Adeline begs him to be

Just so she can run her fingers
Through his hair
Over his skin and
Across those petals

Maybe just
One more time.

What the superintendant should know.

What do we talk about in math class?

Viagra, of course.

SCORE.

This week calls for adventure.

So raise your glass high!

And garb yourself in plaid.

There are some good times,

Too be had.