Swallow tails Don’t need their tails They just use them to Escape the birds Oh shoot this is almost late. I’ll do it properly later

Hour Eight The devil nestles underneath car door handles flooding lungs and invading the bloodstream of society. The drivers fein placation with promises of Pleasure Island. Nostrils extend in deeply croaking breaths heavy-handed and grappling protests are caught in the throat as a scurry of…

Hour Seven Tethered to breath a rise and fall of chest- a lift of torso and a spirit, or what is left. Triggering the vagus a nerve once shaking as it’s coiled in suspended animation until the breath’s release, and to which pulse can now…

Hour Six A fish out of water scooped out of the expanse with a net of lies and plunged within a crystalline bowl. Flitting to the surface wherein lies the tease of sustenance and breath held in stagnancy. Feeble attempts to avoid the anglerfish and…

Hour Five Memories tucked into my breast pocket left and close to my heart. They flutter like eyelids just waking from slumber- fractured images play upon the screen of thought a tribute to remembrance to lives previously lived during my years on the back roads….

Hour Three 1:23 Layers droop precariously from form like draperies obscuring the world from the frame I had held like photograph- with peeling laminate ironed over like wax paper leaves and never comes back. The covers fall from mattresses skirting the hardwood floors methylene chloride…

Sturdy Sometimes all that’s left To round things out When thinking fast or slow Is the study of the oldest art A sleep perchance to dream To dream and wake refreshed Our body feeling well and strong Sturdy, balanced, ready to face doubt.

Close to the end, Daybreak in sight I’ve made it through day and harrowing night And while it was a journey I come away from I made it not alone, but with all of you. While the sun yet rises I hear sleep call my…

Estate The grand hall was overwhelming With its arched walkways looming The path to the ballroom was still And chilled like winter despite the date The footsteps echoed on stone tile I could not help but wonder while I walked through this grand estate If…

Inkheart Oh to speak with silver tongue Reality into fiction Fiction back to reality The desire is there but magic… Is sadly lacking here And try as I might to coax it out Reality is unchanged No thieves or flame eaters walk about No magical…