Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Mean Time

Before the rust trip on Halloween
Emily's skeleton called out "shotgun!"

Some things you've gotta learn to let go of. 

Later on the way up to the attic
I realized even if we found it
the clothes in the box would be 5 years too small
and the whole idea was making me sick anyways. 

She went as a college student. 
I did too. 

In the Mean Time I grew out my horns. 

December fell. 
Morning followed.
Summer drew bathwater
and then the knives from out our throats. 

At the scene I heard my Art Teacher weeping.
His pictures only reinforced midnight.