I heard his keys in the lock The slow metallic clank Tumbler falling forward & Let's just be frank It's four in the morning And you've only just arrived Something's amiss Is all we surmise
ghost flame memory adjusting temperature proclaiming victory adding spice to life la vida es mejor
It's three am You can always tell Because the buzz you hear Lasts until the daylight & follows you around Like a tin can tied to shoelaces Marching forward & bringing your whole self with
in the kitchen he sliced honeydew into haphazard cubes leaving me to my own devices ordering metallic knife strikes on remaining ingredients and smiling with glee
The founders envisioned a republic under the umbrella of central government also fearing the possibility of mob rule.