Blackout

Glory Fish

Cold permeates and the year is ending. Time unfolds the outer petals of a rose. In the frigid beauty there is pain untouchable moments run through us as tiny particles reminding us of our smallness. My heart is full and

kill time slowly

I am sitting in the corner trying to extrapolate upon the manyfold ways to begin my mind reverts towards the hours which have passed a record playing backwards and all these moments are stars across the sky of my mind

art sarcasm diatribe

this brief interlude pierced by realities ever crashing blow ballooned beyond your perception I become the ever present vision of myself standing before the strange altar beauties sleep whispers the willow’s breath soft and hurried words passed between the mouthes

winter wears her gloves

vapid in trance the formula elusive words run amok and spill from the translation software I have my wares and woes as we all have questions to pose and contemplate in repose the wet slosh on the sidewalk brims with