Key

Mug

Black, with an unmoving base.  Hands swing close, voices define.  Lonely as I sit on tile made of clay.  Paper flips flaps. Thud.

Cemented in Brown

We say we as we wear jackets with gloves.  A pattern which works against my wiring. A need to carry is felt, of what is lost.  Worries about the body of my work and my own. 

Assent

In the past two days

Watch movies about wealthy bums are attacked by blue light, set to the backdrop of a shiny suburbia.

Snow in May

Softball is, what baseball was before apple pie was made over seas.

Scrapping

Social Time

A person spends time, alone with night.  With others parking lots, medium sized.  Greed works ray, manta.  Shoes pointed feminine.

Blind Crane

Hurry

Search all the parks in all the cities and you'll find no comitties spell check save. One finite rugs on the wall.  Corn fields make flakes.