FoldsYou are taking that old Ford to townto collect some fencing wirewhile Martha Reeves sings Jimmy Mack on the radioand you hold the steering wheel with a single cocked thumband forefinger with dirt under its nailwhile your sun speckled arm rests almost out the window.I am in the back seat with an ice-cream coneand two tissues you made me take for the mess I would makeand I finger the splits in the Ford's vinyl seatsstretching the cracks with small sticky hands.I say that I think your skin might need ironingon account of all its folds and creasesIn the rearview mirror I catch your ventriloquist smileand you hu
City SkylinesCity SkylinesThe afternoon finally lulls to sleep as theDusk rises in quiet splendor.A new world arises in the nighttime atmosphere.From a bird's watchful eye:The skyscrapers shine like bumbling fireflies,Blinking in the eyes of darkness.Dazzling us with illuminating delights,Synced by the midnight owl's solemn serenade.From a worm's earthly view:The stars wink in the dark azure sky.While the ivory moon glows in tranquility.Houses rest in their deep slumber,As the silent night hymns a lowly echo.Midnight slowly descends to the morning twilight,As the sun begins to show her magnificence.Another day slowly makes
RegulationsThe new neighbors caused a bit of a stir when they moved in. Ms. Sharp, the HOA lady, was in a right snit over the whole affair. I heard her seething to Mr. Thomas during the summer barbecue."Constance, there's nothing in the regulations about zombies. Legally, we can't fine them over what they are."
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