out of control
....................As if propelled by some unseen force field
cold water.....................in the potters shed,
while the wheel spun around and around........
"damage control," she whispered seductively........I fell to the
floor.
the words were stuck in my thoat........Something had used the pieces of broken pottery
a flowered dress..............on the floor of the shed
a glass of beer................for an outhouse
sleep.............................and there was a lingering smell of urine.
background noise............
low flying planes.............
or the endless screech............... on the
bottom shelves.........
the stain remained........ the smell of
green grass....
warm sun.........................
a red front door................
cold cereal........................
like blink-tagged
phrases...........
making things....................
a white shirt.......................
making love......................
the children laughing..........
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
never know why...............
nausea..............................
footprints..........................
unwashed windows...........
a dark corner....................
the pine trees overhead......
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................