low light
hiding from the relentless outside the cursor waits for words mid-screen mid-sentence blinking away my attention though today it competes with a spinning ceiling fan and also a pocket dictionary that fits no known pockets in this world. »
musée
the sun directly overhead while we circled old metal beasts from the age of steam and that other age of diesel and electricity the blue and yellow livery representing good memories or at least the ideal of such. »
m. gira
a warm night the sun sets outside through the rear window and a man with a hat on a chair at his side plays his guitar opens his voice and lets out his demons bellowing from the mountaintop i leave a little early so something remains unsaid and unknown but i hear his echoes over the traffic as i find a way home. »
almost there
it won’t be long now before i’m back in cloudland for a much longer time this time. i’m hoping the remaining days will pass me by with a minimum of fuss. please. »
in motion
i’ve been a good reflector for so long your goals became mine but now i’m adrift on a pointless sea of hot air and promises i blame myself for maintaining proximity long beyond anything considered reasonable but i suspect you’ll never understand the effect it’s had upon my soul the weeping rages i find myself in nor the nights i shake in bed unable to find rest. »