2 MONTHS
Friday, October 17, 2014
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
2 months of karma
Her car was taken in the night. She had no reaction. When they " the repo" man came at around midnight ...
He asked, " Do you want me to DRAG it? " she thought ' why the hell not it's a piece of crap anyway' ... She spoke through the window , " just take it I don't care."
She quietly walked back to bed. Easily laying her head back on the pillow.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
2 months karma : The Kiss
The man with no voice sits in my mind. Swinging back and forth with a cross to bare. I went on a date ... Oh ,I thought of THE MAN. The one : I've only listened in on notes and seen in pictures. Trickled a few words on the screen. A snap here and one there.
Why did it feel so wrong when another tried to kiss me? Kisses are harmless or that's what they say. When you're thinking of a different person it feels so bad in my head. I think it seeped in my marrow. I'm drowning in this sea of threads.... God get me out of this bed.
I fell asleep with Jesus last night asking him if I should get this man out of my head.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
2 months of karma: weightless
The money transferred from my hand to his like an angel landed it. Weightless. Flight in air, a second in time where I stopped to think I must write this. Here in this place where people ...all the people go. I am reminded of him. Haunted. I spent the night in a cold house , no electric ... While my suppose to be date went to watch HIM
play at the place that ripped off "RED HOT PEPPERS"! I sent a picture of myself to " my date" as a ploy to get him to show my demon.
I can't escape a SAXAPHONE ! It just came on at this place. The place my demon brought me. I swear he took a part of my soul. At the risk of sounding cliche' What a wicked web he weaves with all the women. Oh just wait till I fill you in on what she ( the last girlfriend ) had to say ....
Friday, October 10, 2014
2 months of Karma: Haunted
At that place they all go. Looking for power my phone is dead. My electricity is off..... Not kidding ! Yay for me. Starving artist I guess they say.
I set next to an elderly gent and ask about his book. We talk about God and the end of us all. I start to write. But, before I do I move to the only
table with two plush velvety chairs. One sits left empty my purse keeps it company .... a man approaches
and ask to sit. This is a pick- up ploy I'm sure.
and ask to sit. This is a pick- up ploy I'm sure.
When will he ask I'm not sure! I came to write about the haunting of HIM. Looks like I'm being haunted by men! Hysterical and ironic. I think God has won the day.
Oh don't worry he hasn't left my mind ... I'll be back unfortunately with the backwards story of mine.
You're not an interruption you're part of my day....
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