Memories of my melancholy whores
Paranoia, perfume, dance, dance, dance. No escape, a wild sheep chase: eleven minutes, possessed pawns of chaos- roll over and play dead. Other voices, other…
childhood
Living out my childhood dreams I stole a litter of kittens and instead of milk I filled their cartons with teal ink, pouring blue feeling into quaint pink…
floating
Floating I drift alone watching them revel in my absence I float freely for nothing keeps me chained down to this Earth, down to their judging eyes and…
Glimpses
Often I stare out to the blue sky peeking out from behind manmade skylines I found Surreal satisfaction imagining how nice it would be to stand at their peaks…