It was the realization of a lifetime, something to see.
Life was always right there while death stood around like a schoolyard bully.
Water was boiling on the stove and Daisy was barking in the yard.
Silence fell like rain once she walked through the door.
The sound of heels hitting the floor made their goose bumps dance.
She walked with heed past those forged memories.
Frank was off getting drunk somewhere.
Vodka made a better friend to those she loved.
Pictures flew through the air like arrows on fire.
She loved her rose garden and red wine.
I turned the radio on to silent and walked outside to find daisy digging again.
A big black cloud started to cover the sun while a lover’s crow sang sweet nothings.
The cloud looked like Jesus.
I started singing to myself while daisy continued to dig.
Thoughts raced like dead dogs through hell fire and she just thought of rain.
Mocking birds can only mock while crows make better lovers.
She was in the kitchen staring off in space and Lizzie was learning about Hitler again. The maid was inside skipping in circles while the vacuum just laughed at her in silence.
A wind started to pick up and the back yard gate flew open.
Daisy stopped digging and headed for higher ground.
Yesterday’s paper landed at my feet without ever being touched.
Old news made more sense to the dead and dreaming.
The world was ending and the grass was dying.
I lit a cigarette and thought about something that would make me laugh.
Thoughts of pleasant dreams danced through my head and Jesus began to smile.
My laughter flew like honey on a lonely bee.
Daisy’s ears perked up to the foreign noise that once surfed the walls and wind without Shame.She had finally found her friend.
I smiled at her and said hello.
The sky lit up once again and I couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
I walked the narrow brick path toward the garden gate.
The roses were looking a little lifeless and I could do nothing but sympathize.
The garden ghosts watched me with weary eyes as I passed.
I took a last look at daisy and pulled my sunglasses over my eyes.
The light in the distance reminded me that I was only a visitor here.
Seeing it for what it was made life look a little ignorant.

Just trying to get myself some gravity You're just trying to get me to stay Sometimes I sit here looking down upon Los Angeles Sometimes I'm floating away I'm thinking about breaking myself I'm thinking about getting back home I think I been waiting for way too long I'm thinking about getting out