What's in My Journal?

Soulless shoes that smell like old socks

Splintered edges of snapped skateboards

and the fine smooth paint of new ones

Scratched CDs that skip every 

now and then

The dark brown coat of mud on a brand

new four-wheeler

Sketches of dragons and other

Mythical beasts that tear and rip at the 

inside of their cages

And that's just the start

-James Blanchard