make me do all sorts of things I would regret later! What I didn't know, however, was that a news crew was on the scene broadcasting my escapades.
So I unwittingly...

flashed them my................beautiful smile :D Now if I had a set of..........

power tools, that would seal the deal. Meanwhile.....

the toilet has overflowed, the basement is flooded and the neighbours are.....

starting to change right before my eyes. Holy mother of ducks! Are they turning into....

zombie plumbers. Yikes they are marching towards me with extended plungers and all muttering the same word....

"huuuungry... huuuuungry..." as they stumbled about waving the plungers. I choked on....

the words "please don't hurt me, I didn't mean to block the toilet. Look, see how much paper is still on my roll but ....

as long as you are here.......Can you please.....

tell me just one.more.time, let me hold a memory that you....

love...one that is hidden deep within your tender mystery.....lead me to..

the light in the North, where the Sun sits in. A tossed letter made way inside the rabbit hole...

...read your lines to me....you are nitrous ....and I am just a dying ember in this wildfire...lit from the outside in....

This rubble. Scrawled in ink, words form themselves in code against the back drop of a dusty shelf.

...of which I try to forget........please, allow me to bask within this beautiful and fuzzy haze ...

That only lasts a moment. Knees pressed into damp ground only to clutch the last bit of time. Hands swing sideways, uncertainty never...

Last pen... It is only with which you write that stays alive. Illusion never seemed so,

....seductive....the hourglass slowly begins to steal my shallow breath.....I bury my secrets within the dark mine of your wanting....

To escape. The train departs a moment to soon. Shirt pockets hold the written verbiage of ancient..

....ruins waiting to be unearthed....I face towards the merciless, heated wind...taking all that it bestows upon this faded flame....

Anchors hold life boats in place, a fire ignited by threat of a near by sail, before them ...

...Lay the vast, temperamental woman called the sea...it either was the beginning...or perhaps the end....and yet it mattered not..

even though living is an entity all its own. To somehow relive it, you must give to it daylight and take away from it...

and the sea of leaves. Turpentine stained shirt, across the rocks, a community of exploding stars. Like rings of Saturn...

I surround your widow-making heart....kiss these wounds that I bravely bear...walk within this stormy sky....

with a holocaust hand, grasping the subway rail, the letter returns to cremated ash.

....though my memory haunts me as if it were still was alive...I burn with the regrets of a life so shortly lived...and you begin to grow like ivy...overgrowing this wayward soul...

stumbling across broken promised dreams, strumming cello's accomplice ...

whilst a soft strum of flamenco guitar slips through golden strands of hair,

there being no need for castanets as her heels beat the staccato rhythm of the blood in my veins

So I decided to go donate blood and get a free donut.

...the man behind the desk was a woman old and grey, who said "no donuts, today"

BM

"That's ok", I said. "Just give me 2 holes, a serviette and blow me a kiss as I leave."

and a gift-wrapped box was on the doorstep where the shovel had been placed.

Attached to the box was a note that simply said, "Do you know what's in the walls yet?"