Mad Hatters

The moon is my clock, and when it is full, it will be time to see you again. My head has been full of confusion and the sky of spaceships. The bugs splatter across my windshield like rain and I…

nd in distasteful gravitation they levitate circling closer to the herd huffing and puffing and rearing at the hind quarter awaiting to be mounted

You whispered soft and spoke to me
The perfect words came out in hunted truth
With open eyes I came to see
I didn’t need, I didn’t need it all along

(So tell me what did she say)
She spo…