More reflections

I couldn’t see me in the mirror, the mirror didn’t think I was there. I saw life through the etchings on easels and watched days that saw more than I could. Maybe the mirror reflects what is missing and what is missing appears to be me, should I stand here to wonder and stare or…

Read More

Who elected this?

Legions of the lost and battalions of beggars that beggar belief, a twenty-first don’t mention me century, how to avoid the pitfalls when the walls are caving in when the night comes with disclaimers, what if the day begins and you’re not there? When your speech comes out as frozen words, you know that it’s…

Read More

Whitewalls

The committeemen committed me the doctors then admitted me the nurses were all nice to me and put me in a padded cell, well I could complain but I never do leaving that up to the likes of you so I sit here with my old friend Fu Manchu waiting for Napoleon to arrive…

Read More

The quieter man

I don’t talk politics, that shower of lunatics were laughed out of the asylum and look at them now they’re running the country which is like the asylum but has more people…

Read More

Diagnosis

It’s dark for a reason, no one wants to see when the night becomes a succubus making out with me, daylight defends me against that which would drain me. I’m going to go now to show how fine the line can be…

Read More