Coffee, Tea or Me

I'm always chastised for leaving in the cup, A little coffee or tea or me, This is the foresight of the lonely, I protest. A little bit of stagnant hope that can be continually rewarmed, In the microwave, whose tinny music Is more soothing than judgemental. At the lowest ebb, peering over the edge of [...]

Land

Stumbling across my war-torn soulscape; Bombed buildings of faded dreams, streets paved with craters of broken vows and dismembered dolls of naiveté. It's always midday here. The blazing sun lights up everything in stark relief. There's nowhere to hide. The shadows hide other spectres, crouching in pain, For even my ghost gave up it's ghost. [...]

The Dark

I had an epiphany: We are scared of The Dark. Both inner and outer. The fragile inner nightscape, we napalm it with opioids, antipsychotics, antidepressants, mood stabilizers, anxiolytics. We walk around like shell-shocked extras from District 12 and are deemed fixed. The outer darkness was far easier to civilize. Pluck the forests, drain the swamps, [...]

Silence

Of all weapons one can wield in love, It is the most effective. A controlled demolition, The kind used to implode Old buildings inwards, Into themselves. What's left then is a dust mote That settles on the shoulder of a passerby, And easily brushed off. An insignificant speck, That I am reduced to By your [...]