A little while ago, I told my son it was time for a nap. To my surprise he ran towards his room. When I got to the living room though, I realized he wasn’t planning on sleeping in his bed… 47 more words
Through evening rest the Jester pressed on.
Bumbling, troubled, the I empties
itself into the night.
Mad pupils pump messages through
retinal efficacies, pleasantries
that can’t wait for tomorrow. 185 more words