Day 1804, straight down.

I am easy

with my leftover thoughts

~

they go

straight down the drain

~

some make compost out of it

they say it is good fertilizer

~

I think it leaves

a bad aftertaste

when you eat the new harvest

Day 1663, spilled.

From the clothespins

that are left

I can see

where you had your thought

hanging

to dry

~

I hope the blood stains

came out

Day 1297, thoughts.

Day 1297.jpg

Its the dirt road

at my house

in the morning

that I drive

on

~

where they stare

at me

each day

~

if I stop

to look closer

they run

cowardly

~

like sheep

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