Stones in my pillow

stones in my pillow

fiction
edward w pritchard


Stones in my pillow, too much space in the Bed, nighttime be interminable; hurry sunrise start my life over, spin me another chance.

Rocks in my engine. due bills in the wallet, blues in the past, hurry darkness; shut my eyes, cover my sins, let me forget where I am.  

Night train conductor, save a third class seat for me, sell me a ticket; I'll go anyplace but here, anytime but now.