Falling. Not hard fast, roof to concrete, flat. Pavement stain.
Falling. Not motion slow, dream, down down. Abyss pain.
Falling. Heart and mind one, you and I one. Blanket to pillow remain.
The man with the tank bigger than mine paid with a hundred for “Twenty-five on number two”. The guy behind the bulletproof glass held the hundred up to the light to see if it was real. When the change came back, the man held a twenty up to the light to see if IT was real… then smiled.