firing on the capital and making toast on the ruins of the citadel. I bleed possibilities as if I’m dripping with blood from the cross at my back. There must be an eternity but I struggle to see it perhaps I am in it or it is in me whatever the case eternity must be…
Daily Archives: June 10, 2017
Pull over and pull out all the stops
Neutral as in the gearing wearing away one cog at a time, one tooth every day. The kerbside like the wayside is a place to meet good Samaritans? I’ve only ever met the ones I would like to forget, each time the engines misfire I tire of it and make do with the people I…
Shorts
Why connect? it’s not what we do, we’re the solid walls that ghosts walk through…
Counting sloths
The epiphany comes when the sun’s gone down and the tide turns in my sleep, how deep this ocean where I play and wait for day to come. Burnt too many bridges drunk too much wine wasted so much time on the little things. Why does the finger of fate finger…
Asylum seeker
Thisaway which is like thataway the other way depending on which way you go. I’m going anyway…
