salt for my peanuts

this dim lit room has a stark, unrequited ambiance...like a table set for one or a sock drawer filled with single socks...the amber glow of a dying afternoon filters on ether through age tainted lace...a translucent spider husk swings gracefully on its ill appointed web...walls are tarred with years of smoker's hacks...copper pipes clatter as my neighbour takes a shower...somewhere close...police car and ambulance scream toward the usual suspects...time rolls its eyes on a clock upon the wall...the rumble in my stomach tells me to eat or die...i lay naked in a pool of sweat and unkempt dentata...the tall stranger next to me has a saint peter's cross tattoo on her shoulder and amazing facial features...i wish a plague upon the plague of damned cockroaches and mosquitoes...dreaming of a lazy scheme...want to eat myself some ice cream...first got to bum a tram to Sodom to get some salt for my peanuts.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

i've got two sock drawers filled with single socks, but maybe my wife is just messin' with me

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

okay so that last line gave a very wicked grin to my face..

but the rest pulled me into your photograph, made me feel, intimately this one moment of clarity. your calm narrative is swollen with the intense power of your words.

splendiforous alan..

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this room you bring alive with descriptives laced through with tendrils of emotions cultivated under the prismatic expressions~ it's amazing how you create a muted scene that explodes in every detail within the composition~ that is skill~!