by Kevin M. Hibshman
Alabaster angels limping at the door.
It’s missing a screen
Tiffany, cup or crutch, ball and gag,
I support thee.
Blew a wish out like the pilot light.
When engines fail we all scream.
Are we leaving to steal a big breath?
One bent golf club away from murder.
Do you see carburetor queen?
We really got to motor through the vast uncharted…
Don’t interrupt me when I think it’s coming on.
Bring it on.
She had a dream and it was devouring.
She came like the rain hard against the window pane.
Curses flailing in a heated prayer.
Meet me there at seven thirty.
Bring only what you really need.
I feel that it’s best to stick to the plan.
Don’t forget, dental floss can kill a man.
Anticipation will give us speed.