Hack me down like an old oak tree
Finally, let out
rotting in my gut.
I can’t eat.
I can’t sleep.
Zak told me to take everything with a grain of salt.
I told him I love the taste too much.
They sprinkled edible glitter on me.
How I wish I shined more,
How I wish someone would swallow me whole.
I threw out Temperance in a large white garbage bag.
The Hanged Man jumped in.
I held the flower flag of Death
and waited for them to be crushed,
but Temperance had other plans.
She slit open the bag from the inside
and all the trash spilled out with her.
Filthy, she ran into the woods.
The Hanged Man remained blissfully at rest
in his dirty tomb.
I was Death
and searched for skulls on the dirt road.
We’ll take a sailboat to Norway,
so the pets can come along.
I’ll paint the front door red
Look for hawks in the sky
Walk around the lake in the clouds.
I want to taste the mist each morning
and eat the stars at night.
We will rule ourselves
and follow the old ways
of the old gods.
The dictator will rot
in his golden tower
across the sea.
Do you have any idea how agitated I am?
I’ve white-knuckled, bare-knuckled, and bruised knuckle.
I’ve been angry since birth.
I’ve been dreaming of Russian winters,
taking 6-hour flights
for 45-minute brunches,
to show people how much I care.
Dashing red velvet ropes
for closed off areas
Grand marble staircases
to hijack the castle
Waiting on snow
for the team to show up
and give me a ride
I have brunch plans in six hours.
Nancy and I missed the party.
She wouldn’t budge.
Losing a minute meant losing an hour.
I’d look down at her watch
(She doesn’t wear a watch)
And another hour down the drain.
I grew impatient and snatched her wrist.
The face cracked and she just laughed.
“Time doesn’t mean anything here Casey. Don’t you see?”
You should watch the sky and not the ground.