Sunshine argument sleeping dogs noise band.

Fear cloaked as freedom and a pathway that walks the user away from the flame.

Words on paper. Words on paper. Words on paper.

Wash the car. Rake the yard. Dig a hole under the porch.

I don’t need your goddamn permission.

Seven sundays.

Seven somedays.

Seven and I’ll see you on West Second Street.

Night time day time and a pile of unanswered questions.

Paint the exterior and let the inside decay.

Christmas Eve rainstorm and a Gatorade bottle.

A sardine can full of cigarette butts.

It’s a miracle I haven’t died.