so what are you saying, Mary Gold?
that you think i run on solar power
and every night
i die a little bit more?
what planet are YOU on?
by mary ann blinkhorn
so what are you saying, Mary Gold?
that you think i run on solar power
and every night
i die a little bit more?
what planet are YOU on?
by mary ann blinkhorn
taking steep steps
through shallow waters
i find my dignity
REM sleep
batting eyelashes
new scenes presiding
firm mattress flips out the guy
transforms him into a flying man
with plot-ripe intentions
a future superhero
who lacerates all previously-written scripts
from now on
it’s high concept all the way
new scene:
he pulls you along through the marigolds
by mary ann blinkhorn
written for Three Word Wednesday at http://www.threewordwednesday.com/