What Price?
Good friends, good music, good times.
Hands holding hands,
bodies swaying to the rhythm
of promises of night.
Dancer’s jubilance
fades to a scream
as blood erupts from chest, arms, and legs.
Nightmare falls
as a hundred points
of red ignite the night.
From above
the freeman
exercised his rights.
Below,
free dancers
pay the price for unchecked madness.
Till next time,
Peace,
Andrew
It’s been a challenging week at work for me with the most common question I’ve asked my coworkers being: “Does your train of thought have a caboose?”
If you need me – I’ll be hiding from my fellow engineers.
Andrew
There isn’t much happening in the shop at the moment as we’re getting ready for a bathroom remodel. More about that next week, so this week, by popular demand (okay, one person asked), you get pictures of kitties sleeping.
Socks sleeping on the reading chair.
Boots on the love seat.
Bella on the other reading chair.
Spotty in her tower saying, “Will you please turn that thing off, some of us are sleeping.”
Hopefully there will construction pictures next week.
If you need me – I’ll be looking for an empty chair.
Andrew
From Andrew’s Dictionary:
Cat, noun, – a small furry four legged animal who is always on the wrong side of the door.
More wisdom next week,
Andrew
