That ballerina thought keeps spinning, Defying gravity and entropy, Setting physics aside to allow the thread of possibilities to wind on up against the spindle of ‘what if’ These are frames on the tv that you leant me, Slow-motion and … Continue reading
Change is magnetic, The craving for something, Fresh and new, exotic and inconceivable. some Dis_..jointed transition From where you are now. ~ Don’t confuse this lagging delineation with, The scrawling of a hysterical blue crayon. … Continue reading
Your sweat smells different, More sour, When it’s laced with fear. Liquid terror running down In rivulets Sprung from droplets Profound and desperate To escape from your pores. Let’s bottle it all, While you shiver, And use it as warpaint. … Continue reading
