Vallejo Nocturno 2014-minature
Door stop of my mind awaiting to let that single thought come in as a friendly stranger offering me a new seductive religion and a chance for the redemption I had just lost the night before.
Door stop, enemy of mine letting the secret insects of the night fondle my brain until I break out in a sweat and remember the day the bat flew through the house chasing its shadow across the ceiling until my father swatted it into a pulp.
Door stop hidden from my sight until tonight, tiny as pimple and invisble as a 2am star, let the good things invade my thoughts like the bounce from the lost dance of yesterday and the vandal who was looking for his next fix.
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