Mr Richards

Dave had been the new guy for quite some time.  With no family to speak of, it was always a struggle to realize his part.  He did not like his own name.

At long last a chance meeting turned into a series of poor choices that brought him happiness.
There was a slow cutting away that felt like both freedom and abandonment. His partner in crime was happy to turn doubt into a way of life.  No foreseeable future, but childlike, they played house with no house to speak of…in the open.

At cliffs edge, cards are collected. Points plotted out that reel off into uncertainty.  Like a disc world map, no clarity lurks around the corner.

months away, the dust is only a further part purposelessness dragging out its faulty and fractured factual stance.

burnt sugar

She has burnt sugar in her eyes,
but stone brick feat.

trains to mars far gone and blind to the stars above,
shoes drop like rain.
there are no daisies and there is no waiting.
moving forward without nines or tens and full of life.
undetected separation of meaning
I'm an unintentional magician.