“Crazy Anna Stacey”

Passing stairs to get to a room.

One at a time.

Moments stuck in a line.

Thoughts in my mind of someone I knew a short time.

 

 

Doors in view, amazed as much as amused at a simple labyrinth hallway perspective.

Color: powder blue.

 

 

We need two more to do more.

Core to core, quarters are a fourth.

We wrestled laughing on the floor.

 

You solve half of the problem.

 

Wake in the morning to alarming phone horns.

 

 

Night moon pales in significance to the black sky.

I swear to God that’s how I got these black eyes.

 

We disappear after we die.

Fly into time.

 

She did.

She had robin’s egg eyes before her bulbs burnt out.

 

She turned purple on the floor of her companion’s house.  She turned grey in the ground, green in time, and stiff before the latter two.  Tattoos and art stuck in my mind.  All of time-and her legacy remains with me.

Rex and 666, no schtick-

Antler clad milk carton scars commemorate her in her passing.

RIP

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