Disclaimer: This is a rant, but I mean it to be a useful rant. The point of this article is to be mad and things, offer solutions and explore them. However, I will not fully explore the solutions offered so they may appear to be half-baked. My intention is not to dwell too much on…
I had a balloon.
But I don’t any more.
I got up,
and the balloon was gone.
I looked in the closet,
in the drawer,
in the other pocket,
But the balloon was nowhere to be found
It was pretty sad.
After all, it was my balloon.
I sat in a chair and stared out the window…
Both hands on the counter, he lowered his gaze towards his legs, to the mahogany floor. Smoke debris, bad incense and a myriad of cheap perfumes congregated together in the thick air, choking him, failing to conceal the sweaty stench emanating from down the hall. He carried the picture album with him to one…
Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.
Maybe we’ll talk, joke and think. Smile,
be serious, maybe even get sad.
Maybe meet again after that. Argue over
which is better, Fender or Gibson*. You’d get it
wrong. That’s okay.
Maybe we’ll exchange presents. Flowers or some
chocolates, the ones with the cream you like but…