The weekend are never long enough
the days are too short
and the nights, oh the nights
they rush by
leaving me short of breath
with an unforgiving clock for company.
I think I’ll visit Spider Island
where time is caught on fine light lines
waiting to feed, to craddle
I had a nightmare a few night ago about a group of people waiting on ferry dock to visit a place called Spider Island.
They had to agree to turn over their cars, which were locked up in cages.
I saw Spider Island once I handed my keys to my car over:
I could see people wandering around a giant statue of a mushroom cloud with symbols and numbers carved into it and before it was my turn to go over I grabbed my keys back and ran away.
Daily Post Prompt: Timely