sleeping in the curve of a crescent moon
to the setting supernovae
and dreaming
but leaving out the details
she rides in on a comet tail
leaving of trail
of space debris
and brain cells
crashing into earth
in a fiery explosion

she speaks like a singer
in band
that plays slow rock

she speaks like a singer
in a band
that broke up

she sighs like a artist
on a canvas
made of fluff

she sighs like an artist
signs a sketch
that she tears up

she looks like a model
in an album
in some attic trunk

she looks like a model
that you don't know
where you know from

she moves like an actor
in rehearsal
before its blocked

she moves like an actor
in a play
that never runs

she cries like a kettle
till the water's
scalding hot

she cries like a kettle
and you can hear her
from the parking lot

she whines like a hobo
forced to sleep
in the rain

she whines like a diner
when some wants to
refill their drink

she speaks like a singer
who doesn't need
any song

she speaks like an actress
but all the lines
she reads wrong

she sighs like an artist
diagnosed
with writer's block

she sighs like an artist
cause the art
broke her heart

Three (or two) Sentence Story

Every time we have this at your house I always want so much more, but I feel weird about taking it. I don't feel weird now.

_KMC

flower in the garden

flower in the garden
far away from the hose
grows low to the ground
and close to the stones
this flower only blooms
one day of every year
and it's small petals
are perfectly clear
flower wilts the next day
if it misses the sun
if it is stepped on
or if it's pulled up
flower regrows next year
but's soon a trampled rose
next to the sidewalk
and far from the hose