Vl 2: A Grim Life10:13 AM - 2021 - November 9thVl 2: A Grim Life6 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
Marks thin fingers easily slipped through the wiring of the chain link fence. His now dull, darkly lined eyes vaguely expressing an urge to slip the rest of his body through the links of the tall black, barbed wire tipped fence.
The day after his fifteenth birthday, the ominous khaki clad soldier of his nightmares took him from his relatively safe life at the orphanage and locked him in a holding facility.
He looked up at the sky; the only part of the facility not locked up was the yard. Remotely fresh air was all he could hope for.
The sky was bleak. Hues of milky gray swirled around, promising a
A long way from New OrleansNumber nine, the speedo needle roars of the engine underneath.A long way from New Orleans6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yank the throttle, glimpse the horizon, I'll go there,
wherever I want to.
She stood at the roadside, now where did she go?
With me, of course, let's ride into the nothingness,
talk the tales of your tall dreams at the stops we make,
breakfast at noon and tap three times when you need to go.
Cause it's a long way from New Orleans, babe.
Hollywood, hell, I just like to ride,
'specially with a pretty girl at my back.
You told me of your dreams when we stopped for coffee that time,
I smiled politely, cause I barely knew your name then, Kate.
Back when you only had your co
Two of A KindA graveyard. Moss covered granite with filigree inscriptions, standing proudly amongst dried autumn leaves. Those leaves are dead, the inhabitants of this graveyard long gone, but evergreens line the plot, showing a much pined for sense of life. One can be sure little bugs are crawling their way through the trees and leaves; but still all is quiet. Silent. All is left alone. It is ancient, undisturbed, at rest.Two of A Kind6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A road. Way signs waver with their new authority calling out directions in shaky voices to cars that are not about. A woman poses by the road, holding an all-important sign as if it is her life, thoughts trained on one thing. Hollywoo