Feel like makin love

Is this a question for me, or was it sent to other people?

I believe in Alcatraz blinking on my wall.

There’s a book of babies holding orchids and tools, talking about how various colors make them feel. The author never had children and had specified to be left on Assateage island with her baby (the book), so that wild ponies could graze on the lichen that formed on the northern side of her cardboard box. Only one of the pages was torn and kept safe on a lighthouse keepers bookshelf, later to be viewed by his son who stood in a dim lit room, recognizing the triangular freckle formation that was unique to his collar bone. The image shows him sitting on an egret feather mound with a crown of dark lipped flowers, the page was labeled “black.” He was holding a temple cracker and his fat child fingers pressed the back of a vole. It’s hibernation time, so you can’t find them now. They hide in holes, buried under layers of pine needles and dust, escaping from a boy’s fire that will char them into the finest of black pigments.

If you stand in the woods long enough on a snowy evening, on a rock, that's been there longer than the town itself, you start imagining the iceman. Not in a scary way. In more of a summery way, which doesn't make sense now because he's needed for icecream in hot weather and he's just a thing of the past. He's got a chopped up melody from pressing the button too many times (always too close to dinner.) It's really cold out there and his miniature donkies are all smoking, leading him around with no orders to fill. The view back is of the remodeled barn with vinyl siding, which cuts down on dry rot and leaks. This barn doesn't house animals or feed, it's used for backstock of Delftware to sell on ebay and a busted woodgrain volkswagon. There are solar powered lanterns on either side of the sliding doors and the windows are still painted black, even though there's no fear of hay catching on fire from the incoming sun. When you walk up close enough to stare inside, all you can see is a reflection of yourself, staring back.

I found out recently that the view from my window is the bay.. not the ocean and I wouldn't want to swim there for several reasons. On a nice basking day last August I saw a fat lady toss her tampon off the side of her husband's boat. I'm not sexist.. but the boats name was Julie Marie. Boats are technically all female but if I already lean towards wanting a male dog.. I need a male boat. My family liked to stay in hotels that had salt water pools. I have a fear of sharks but like to watch an illegal dvd of real shark attacks.