A Tin Can in the Sky

Another tin can in the sky. I sure hope karma doesn’t strike now, but if it does I hope the world knows this. I don’t regret a single damn word I’ve said. Bye bye Memphis and here I come Denver. Home. -OM

Packing Dreams

Packing dreams into reality. Will they all fit? I flee a coast to see another coast and find the same visions at my door. How did you find my present, my not so forgotten past. You are like a gift within a gift, reminding me of my layers of humanity. And so I pack you…

Terrorize Me

Terrorize me with your reality, the reality of my past. Cloaked in darkness you yank me from my bliss and shackle again my ankles to the past. Does this city beckon to me in the night or is it instead the call of vultures from above as the smell of carrion rises to greet them.…

Nightingale

You sing a sweet song of sorrow and remind us the night is near. Sending your voice through forgotten windows, we rush to shutter out the reality of your voice. But it is too late. Caught by the clarity of the night, even those lost in their cups raise their heads a moment as if…

Airplanes

Being crammed into an airplane with all this humanity is lovely. At least my seat buddy is cute. I’m coming Memphis… be scared. I hope nobody touches me… oop too late…

Memories lost

They will remember a shadow when you are gone. A shade of dust and light. Colored by their imagination, they will picture you as they wish. As they need to. I shatter a dream to realize reality, the reality that dreams do not exist. Reality sits like half empty cups of vodka. Forgotten for a…