I landed on a hillside
Faint smell of burning smoke.
The sun on the green, the green on the sun.
Sit next to me.
That was not a question, it was a statement
I think you'll like the hillside too.

Sarah Morgan is so pretty
If she sat on the hillside you would next to her.
Sarah Morgan would never fester in burning smoke.
Her hair always catches the right angle of the wind.
Sarah Morgan would probably say the right things.
I promise you
I won't.
But Sarah Morgan would.
We all have a lot to learn from Sarah Morgan.

Hey you.
Yes. You.
I passed your thought today on my way home.
I don't think about you anymore.
Oh. Right.
The sloppy drunken Solo cup messages do.
Not me.
I'm bug free.

Where am I?
Besides right here.
These are not SHOES
they're sandals.
Thank you very much.

Hey
Hey you.
Brain.
Stop driving.
Neutral. Sunroof. Sound.
Lazy. Day time. Night time? Curved.

The tree.
You lied to me.
I will not forget but I tend to forgive.
I'm going to drop by later
Just to say hi.
I'm going to make sure you too have
forgiven me.
I hope we don't forget.
Your knee looks like a good pause button.

The fan blades. The breeze.
You were so intrigued.
Anxiety. Clammy hands.
StopStopStop
Go.
Go on.
I do not judge.
You get it.
The clothesline thinks so too.
The pins?
Well. Whatever.
No one cares what they think anyhow.

Little white shirt.
Who are your parents?
Come down to me.
I won't ask a question
But you will say yes.
Speak to me but not my face
Faces are always wrong.
Shine. Believe. Hold on

Green.
My favorite.
You.

-LBR