Hey, whyncha?
I could use some 2-D fun.
The sand seemed to rear up and grow gills as I walked by.
Just another day in my life. Don't like it? Then bite me.
Deep in the sea it floats, writhing its tentacles tentatively.
Waiting to grab your thoughts, or your tuna sandwich — whatever.
Was a gull. Not a buoy, but a gull. Sort of.
It looked suspicious, like it had been too-recently poorly-painted.
What was it hiding?
Move, she said, flipping her broom at my feet.
Yes, said I, and complied. She is so sweet, and tidy, and neat.
I'm happy. I'm slappy. I'm probably a dick.
How about you? Ever look like this?
Between rains, between sip and drip, the water fails.
Leaving but a few blossoms as a token of regret.
When asked where you should park for maximum safety.
Just say Good enough for me, then.
We stopped for a moment, lost in each other's grace, leaning against that wall, shining with joy.
And then went down the street for beer and cookies.
Good thing I've achieved invisibility. Now they can't see what to chase.
Next up, I work on my smell.
Looks this way, looks that.
Then it winks, then it blinks, then it goes dark.