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…

Deadbolt Diary 2

Music plays from the corner of the room. The window, cracked, allows the chill to seep in, crawling to me from sill to floor. It lunges, unseen, in widening bounds, descending upon me as I lie suspended in a cocoon of varied fabrics. The roar of the furnace erupts in intervals, combatting the vicious cold….

Night Sounds

do you lie awake listening to the night sounds to the mating calls of lonely crickets raccoons in rubbish wind howling through shrubs past brick and mortar muffled against the exterior of insulated cocoons creaking apartments echoing with the noise of running toilets beeping malfunctioning smoke detectors groaning beds beneath the weight of undulating bodies…