Michael Hampton
Copywriter

GOLDILOCKS

SATURDAY NIGHT INDOORS
EATING A CHICKEN FRIED STEAK
T.V. DINNER
HIGH ON AFGHAN
SPIT TAKING OVER
OLD CARTOONS.

LEAVING WORK EARLY
ON A SUMMER FRIDAY
SOAKING UP
SEVENTY FIVE DEGREE SUN
LOUNGING ON A
GREEN PAINT PEELED PARK BENCH
PEOPLE WATCHING.

THREE A.M.
LYING WIDE AWAKE
IN THE DARK WITH
HALF THE COVERS OFF AND
AN OPEN WINDOW
COOLING SWEAT FROM
SKIN ON SKIN CONTACT.

WINTER MORNING
SNORING COFFEE STALE AIR
AS EYES NOD
LAYING BACK ON THE COUCH
WITH AN INDEX FINGER
BOOKMARKING A
YELLOWED PAPERBACK.

BACK ALLEY BUZZ FROM
SMOKING THE LAST CIGARETTE
IN THE PACK UNDER
HUMMING STREETLIGHTS
FLICKERING WITH
SLOW MOTHS.

DRUNK ON CHEAP REDS
GOING BLIND
STOMACH LAUGHING
PLAYING BOARD GAMES
WITH FRIENDS WHILE
RAIN POPS OUTSIDE
LIKE FRYING OIL.

LISTENING TO JAPANESE JAZZ
ON A CITY BUS
SARDINE STUFFED
IN A WINDOW SEAT
SEEING BLACKED OUT GLASS,
RIVER WATER, AND
CLOUDLESS BLUE FLY BY.

SPRING SUNDAY
SITTING ON UNCUT GRASS
EATING A
STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE ICECREAM BAR
FEELING THE
SAME WIND BLOW AND
RUSTLE SHADING TREES.