Wednesday, September 10, 2014

From P.4 on Monday., Sept. 8th


  • The roaring engine of
    a blood-red lawn mower
    cuts the mint green
    grass into cheese grater
    pieces.

  • I dragged my
    feet across my
    carpet, getting
    closer and closer to
    my soft freedom.
    I leaned forward,
    face first into the
    refreshing coolness
    of the pillow.

  • Lights flash
    scream and yell
    the orange wave roars
    in-com-plete!

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