The streets have an eerie feeling.
Orange man doesn’t save the day.
A dyed-in-the-wool jackass.
He’s known as the number one, incorrigible asshole.
Sleep walking in a mid-town, trash filled alley.
Clairvoyant said, “The future looks bleak.”
All aboard the train of thoughts.
Now that you are gone
the chair at the table
will always be there,
if and when you
decide to come back.
He’s a loose cannon, extraordinaire. Yup!
Speaking the truth is beneath him.
His brain is in sleep mode.
Now boarding, the ship of fools.
Waiting for the train to nowhere.
She dreads writing her final paper.
Thinking logically is not his calling.
He is the master of manipulation.
A night owl on the prowl.
He’s known as the man with the ogling eyes.
He tells a story, using flashcards.
Preaching to the choir for harmony.
The green look on his face says, he had something to eat, that certainly did not agree with him. Hello bathroom.
The jury’s back. Not looking good.
Moaning and groaning is his calling.
She slept with the devil incarnate.
A nightmare on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
His breath wreaks of cheap booze.
His boat doesn’t sail on water.
Snake oil salesmen, awash in Washington.
He and she, will forever be.
Sitting in the shade, enjoying life.
Gazing at the white, puffy clouds.
Watching paint dry, could be exhilarating.
He’s never wrong.
So it goes.
He is the master of deceit.
So it goes. So it goes.
Whenever proven wrong, he won’t apologize.
She impressed him with her sensuality.
Free floating like a soaring eagle.
Buried the ax, all is forgiven.
He never socializes with his co-workers.
Spending quality time with no one.
Without warning, her coffee maker died.
He’s eating donuts, while skipping rope.
Truth and reality isn’t his forte.
She spends her evening, doing nothing.
She’s quiet as a church mouse.
He never liked being a conversationalist.
She talks like a babbling brook.
Naked jaywalking during a snow storm.
She’s on the balcony, star gazing.
She’s known as the naked poet.
Her smile shows her pearly whites.
Her eyes are gleaming with love.
He water skis on the snow.
Its all good, said the barber.
Checking the couch for lost coins.
He’s hiding behind the eight ball.
On the hill, staring into space.
It was the last farewell, forever.
She’s the cream of the crop.
All aboard the train to everywhere.
For breakfast, she eats cat food.
Running on empty.
Time to refuel.
Lost in a maze of hedges.
Sitting on the curb, eating hotdogs.
Children in the park, jumping rope.
She said, the hell with it.
Watching paint dry on the wall.
Humpty lumpty dumpty stumpy frumpy Trumpy.
She is stunning and very nice.
Relaxing remembering of times gone by.
Contemplating life while sitting in darkness.
Flipping burgers for
the hungry guests.
Six word story
An attempt writing
a six word story.