scene from camping

My patron saint

dancing

The southeast wind was brushing against the front from the northwest. The atmosphere was devolving into a storm.

"You've never done anything for him".

Elden was incredulous.

"What?"

"Never anything."

"So I was just a stain down your leg?"

"Asshole."

Elden turned over.  Sleep might not come.

and now

Vacation started yesterday at 2 p.m..

Camping come Monday.

Room with a view...

Dreams

Decided to go chase waterfalls. Fuck you TLC.

My luck

Stopped on the way home and purchased a lottery scratch off ticket. Scratched the laytex surface off to reveal a judgment lien against myself.

My Friend

This horrible event unfolds like a
Flower in a winter hot house
With that sickly smell of
Death rising
To the nose too sweetly.

"See you in two weeks" you said
But of course you won't.

How many mornings my friend
Did you cook for me
And force my smile?

It lacerates.