Monday, January 25th

• The knobby fingers click
  furiously,
  bathed in the soft blue glow
  of possibility.

• The fog rolled
  across the asphalt
  engulfing the trees
  and cars as it
  moved.

• The undeniable
  daydreams
  of
  leaving.

Objective/Subjective Matching Contraption from Monday, February 10

document linked here

Monday, February 3rd

• Old & new sting when combined
  I still just want to
  forget
  
  it and you and me
  in a world of dark
  that will calm me
  
  late, dark
  droplets falling.

• He shattered his
  glass of water when
  she told him the news.

• A canvas as black as nothing.
  Speckled with countless tiny white spots.
  A curved smile brightens the night.
  Weightless,
  Yet heavy.