Late night TV a
wonderland of fast money
junkyard of trashed dreams.
Channel surfing at 3 am
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Late night TV a
wonderland of fast money
junkyard of trashed dreams.
Late night TV a
wonderland of fast money
junkyard of trashed dreams.
When Robert Frost wrote
“Nothing gold can stay,” he could
have described child stars.
Formally over
twelve years of learning to look
good on this one night.
In it she was arm
candy, someone that turned heads
unexpectedly.
Our waitress admits
the town has its share of ghosts.
We sleep with lights on.
She curls around the
baby like a spiral shell
protecting its snail.
One piece would last for
hours and have few calories.
(I’m working on it.)
From a Revealing
start to this auspicious point –
my life in short form.
Night winds roar like a
giant parent screaming “Go
to sleep!” without words.