Nathan Spoon

Here comes rain on our roof! It stays just long enough to tickle me into writing this. It stays just long enough for everybody to get into a pair of PJs (silk-cotton blend) and then goes poof! At our best we exude awesomeness. At our best we are destined to turn pale with the rest of humanity. We are awesome and quick as decomposing sticks at a trail’s end. We bend dreams into circles of green zone satire. We have mahogany stuffed in our mahogany ears. To all who are not us we are sorry to say You’re welcome! Nature thankfully adores a rumor! A sunset! A glacier! Clouds glimmer and cast inevitable shadows off the groundswell footrest. I remember you from that time before we first met when our eyes were wet like summertime coasters as we Ubered noiselessly between pews. The aristocrats are failing to panhandle via email. One aristocrat is sleepily winding through the face of another.