i come alone, my ransom clutched in your hand. crumpled, i come alone my love as you said. our fingers smudge of an artist on a charcoal page, reaching for, […]
. today ……..I spat …….on a ……fly .
stress takes forms of mischievous hecklers lining streets; conveyors. in adumbrations of thought; I stagger, somehow failing to recognise you, staring back at me; fragments of soliloquies
Cataleptically speaking a blank tv screen. i vilify the remote control. hope’s pinions sit in the ash tray after failed attempts to attach her to my prayers. – be like […]
scars the subsequence of clashing avatars i am a chimera bleeding chiseling impressions upon my lineament
…… your smile, (call it grace) askew; a sandglass that refuses to count. that and your eyes seem old enclosed by a pigtail frame and a perplextion that hums. call […]
even my sweet nothings… ..make cameo appearances in my daymares. marauding (like they did) over your abated breaths. each syllable spiked, wanting to tear out my throat something. wanted to […]