Dead Run

I enter a room that isn’t ready for me It acts like I wasn’t even invited The jobless horse goes around No job No job  No job Now that’s something to celebrate I find a sound chair & take it home

Simon says play. The kids say how. No one ever said. Simon says do the robot. Simon says do the robot while whistling Happy Birthday. The robot dancers giggle. OK stop. Simon didn’t say stop. Simon says keep up with…

I heard it only takes seven seconds For you to pin me onto your map of first impressions   With my fingerling potato freckles planted by white hands, Hair like a midnight jungle that black feet traversed, Silk skin that…