Lost Hours

waking to see the day is lost scattered to the wind beyond the plains of dreams forgotten behind lids of eyes scorched and bloodshot wincing light peeking through falling dark once more hours chased away by ravenous sleep swallowing whole all of today tomorrow bleeding through the veil lifted caught in the palm of lost…

Time and Typewriters

last night I dreamt I moved into a new apartment large and sprawling labyrinthine design with white walls and wooden furniture dilapidated papers strewn paint peeling i entered off the street in the dead of night surrounded by nameless people who didn’t acknowledge me I recall a writing desk with what at first glace appeared…