Friday, November 15, 2013

It Is What It Is...Not

I dream
and in my dream
things are cross-wise, wrong…
I scour the sink
with my toothbrush,
and tiny black bits of dirt
fall from the bristles.
Everything is off a bit,
like the reflection from the mirror
when the medicine cabinet door
is ajar, just a bit
Then I wake and find you gone.

This will be a poem one day.  For now though it's just 55 words for G-man and his FF55.  Click on the link and check it out!


  1. i hope you don't use that toothbrush again, dream or not lol

  2. Mary Bach...
    Sometimes you get so morose.
    It just shows how creatively versatile you are
    Loved your longing 55
    Thanks for always coming through with such classic genius
    You Rock from The Valley to Hurley, Have a Kick Ass Week-End

  3. ouch. that last line says it all....and in that moment, everything is just a little off...

  4. i agree with brian.. the last line says it all.