you were saying

the waves never change their colours the sky contains its perfection but the horror the horror it changes it takes different forms and shapes colours and sounds words and pictures it occupies water and air it could become anything it could be every thing.                      …

slash or swat

go find someone else, who am I? I am a dream in a dream with a smile. and the windows are wide open and the sun has faded but I am a fire in my oblivion for the night is light, burning my time. trying to think there’s something more, but it never comes. walk…

eat me

The world fed me with horror. I ate everything on my plate – even doubled. In the restaurant I called for excitement – more. Life gave me its heart but I just walked out the door. I wanted purity, not truth. So I went to another door, knocked, because the doorbell was nowhere near, broke…

fad

she feels so tired, as if she went to the end of her life and got back here. she sits here now, pale face, damaged mind, trying to cancel her life, or at least to cancel what’s creeping from the past. life is what you make it. if you make it a burden then you…

Mist

Little mooncalves crawl on the cold, cracked ground. They try to avoid what comes after death. The rain melts, becomes one with the puddles. It’s here. It’s right here. The chaos. We’re howling for light, for salvation. How insane! We lock ourselves in a dark room. We throw the key through the window and condemn…