Tippy toeing across the desert sand cracked Cement stepping stone road

We venture towards The blooming onion bonfire that Rises like a medusa’s hair in a galaxy fueled by the heat of a dying star

The raindrops roll down my china doll cheeks

Makes my hair glisten like candlelight hope diamonds

And the rain washes away my feelings of self loathing

This weathered couch so lonesome in a field of curious horses

Seats sociable strangers Intoxicated with vodka mixers and self pride

Under an umbrella a foreign model speaks broken English poetry Cuddling into my side instinctively she acted sisterly

My body was their hurricane shelter and my arms kept them from harm

He slid in on the ancient couch to seek momentarily comfort from the soaking tsunami

Faded........floating on a wave of intoxicated insta-friendships that we made only in our kindergarten years

when we wore tiaras and over sized dresses wide eyed and gaped toothless

Imagining what greatness would become of us Superheros and Princesses

My only aspiration was to become a budding astronaut



The bass of the stereos fueled masculine desires for destruction

They tossed the grandfather couch into the flames and became a beaming beacon of light in all the darkness the smoke spiraled as the fires creeping fingers consumed the skeletal remains of the chesterfield.

Twas cremated at the early hour of dusk

University was just the eclipse in our eye lids

Life is a wayward hurricane NASA plane emblazoning on a rainbow runway

spin yourself faster than a ballerina collapsing into the tutu frill....

brighter than a lantern fueled by a thousand lightning infused fireflies 

Our naive youth is but the past, we left it behind in this catacomb laid to rest