Bang! Bang! Sometimes I think the light in your eyes will die and I will be dead with no light. Only hollowness, I certain blanket, rough and coarse that smoothers, strangles the veins and arteries.
Pretend that I am your enemy, give me as much attention as you would give your friend, laugh at me till the end.
A Happy Meal sounds nice though a Sad Meal would suit my mood better. Every bite of sadness, filling the belly a little more.
One, two, sometimes I cannot count the days or months, words are sometimes letters and the other way around. The desert is a large expansive forest of sand, gritty stuff that is rough and edgy, difficult to get out of toes.
When Bush builds a perimeter around America and all those on this quest of righteous then the world will be safer, outside.
If big brother watches us, who watches Big Brother?