Ezekiel-Zelias-Chaos

   Just chilling outside with my homeboy on a partially cloudy, beautiful morning. I call him brother.. I no longer call him best friend. He's showing me his new toy. A nine millimeter, or an uzi, I don't know. I don't  care. He's taking shots at random junk, testing his aim. Drawing a lot of attention, I think. I think I know. We're in the front yard of a neighborhood known for gunfights and general violence. I know this can't be that good. I'm not going to stomp on his parade, however. I advise him that it would be better to do this in the back yard, with a bit more privacy. Not before he takes a shot where I hear glass breaking and a shril

Silly soft, shocking surreal. Surfing the spaces to great success, No one knows where they go. It does not matter while they are there. So easy to sing about love, songs that end in low and high notes. corresponding to the other, the lover. Soon after all else is unrealized, lost in other's eyes. Mistakes are made and remade on a daily basis. Chasing that ridiculously distant star. So pretty and influential. Meaningless with a tail of trickery. Fooling around with not-so-foreign feelings, "know now what you like, and how I make you like." Like, what. Shooting into the skies, following the deadliest of fires. Come crashi

So seven drops fell. It took less than ten seconds. And only one noticed.