The last year inside the house you built
She said it’s ok if you can’t sleep
It’s just the sounds inside your head
All the stories you dread
It only takes some time
To get used to
The clown goes mad
The media’s on repeat
He can’t figure out
It’s all marketing
He’s selling the future
But he’s still standing there naked
And up the stairs
Dylan lights a match
Stops and laughs
Says he’s about to go electric
I stop typing
And hand him another cigarette
Down the street on the corner
Of lost and found
Seeking out some caffeine
Her eyes keep me at arms length
I reached in my pocket
Handed her a Honees
She smiled running her fingers through my hair
And kissed me
Hendrix walks in
Sighing, asked for some help with his lyric….
These times are all black and white
The youths ran away
With the color….
And says there’s no more room left to create in
And said the sky is falling over
It’s only, the mirror…
Ethan: We slept through winter!
Francis: what about chrissmases and cakes!!
Simon: is it spring? Let’s have a bbq.
Ethan: I’m going to have to bow out of that…
Simon: I think someone left some French fries out here…I smell you fry…
Ethan: ….Because I know you don’t actually like pickles that’s why.
Francis: Ok… ahem, in a world, where I don’t care.
Simon: Lets get sandwiches!
Francis: Hey look, the pizza man…
Ethan: I’m NOT giving you pizza…I don’t want to clean that up…
Francis: But it’s my treasures…
Ethan: Far from it.
Simon: I want a sandwich but with extra sandwich…
Francis: Hey,when is supper around here?
Ethan: you already ate.
Francis: what about seconds and snacks and desserts?
Ethan: Francis, I don’t know how to tell you, but you’re fat.
Francis: Lies! But, I am hungry.
Ethan: you’re on a diet
Francis: This is my winter coat. . . It’s to protect me from predators.
Ethan: does it protect you from diabetes?
Ethan: Ok boys, I need my taste testers!
Simon: I’m ready!
Garf: I call dibs! Din dins !
Lindz: not if I catch you for hugs!
Simon: Hey dad, dad, do you mind to tell mom, this is guys time. We have to test the food.
Garf: hey man, does warden, ahem, I mean, LADY, boss you around like she does me?
Ethan: hey look! Smothered chicken quesadillas!
Ethan: Ok filthy fellas, Let’s go to the bathroom before bed.
Simon: ok but you have to go with us, because dog-nappers…
Ethan: how many times do I have to tell you, don’t watch true crime with mom while I’m gone.
L: He’s my protector.
Ethan: He’ll be the first to hide.
Garf: I don’t have to go to the bathroom. All my poop is gone.
Ethan: are you sure? You’re positive? It’s 20 degrees and we are not coming back out here.
Garf: I’m positive.
Garf: Ok time for Din Dins!
Ethan: Heck no! Food is gone, it’s time for bed.
Garf: But what about midnight snacks? Or second Din Din?
Ethan: I think you’ll manage for one night.
Garf: Hey, hey,
Garf: I have to go to the bathroom now.
Simon: Dear doggie journal, I have been stranded for three years…
Ethan: I’ve only been gone for a few hours…
Simon: It’s been a year of rain. And flood. There’s hardly any food, there have been stealings. Our kitchen is gone!
Ethan: Hey, I told you We’re remodelling it…
Simon: I am keeping cheeses and breads.
Garf: Wait, is that what was under the couch? Because you should go shopping…