Short Stuff

My pencil is broken

so no words paint this page

My dreams are technicolor

but don’t make it to real life

My breath floats away

and I wonder where it goes

My fingers reach for chocolate

but where is the wine

My dog doesn’t bark

and I ask: did someone steal her voice

My life is long and twisty

so when do I get to rest

And now it’s the witching hour

but I forgot my black hat

Ah, such is life . . . .