Saddleback

Saddleback 

Sugar filled simplicity,

letting loose crooked smiles 

in a kitchen 

without cupboards.

An open door,

a book

or mind,

sitting tight

for the ride

of a lifetime.

Shallow memories;

snapdragons in a broken vase,

wilted by too much time

ignored in the summer sun.

A title wave

from the past,

a bulldozer,

dynamite with a short fuse.

Just one stick will do,

will do just fine.

And the dream is never ending,

tattoos and tobacco

salt

when salt wont do.

I grit my teeth

and tear bread

from the loaf,

half expecting to taste

the mold.

And so what if I do.