Growing Old and Age and Entropy

Keys left in the lock, location named after its occupant, to expose identity. 3D smelled of wood chips, inscribed on 2D’s door were the words Bridges for Trolls. Keys jangled like a rusted bell as the door opened and revealed the sigh of relief. Losing the mechanism used to unlock self, moments to make theContinue reading “Growing Old and Age and Entropy”

Ode 2 @ Slumlord

Guillotine altered its gadgetry to include recycled windows, With paneling leased   And cared for by a slumlord.  Though the slumlord  Was unaware he’d sacrifice his neck  To unite warring tribes, The onset of global unity  Is war. Closed doors hearken for stowaway insects,  Who plant their fangs  Into equal flesh  As if they were Americans Continue reading “Ode 2 @ Slumlord”