Sunday, December 18, 2011

POtEENNN FIVE SIX TOWARDS THE END

I licked the end of the grenade before I let it loose on the boardwalk. I said to the maid before I left, "Thank you for all you've done. I appreciate the clean sheets."

He jumped on the jet ski and made wakes as he peeled out into the sunset as the explosions heated his back.

Scene in. Blood rains from the sky. Drums beat hard. The caller has nothing to say other than whatnot. Things have gotten there, if you know what I mean.