i sat by the window and it was cold that night but i let the air in anyway billowing past ruffling my blackout shade thudding with a rumbling rippling until at last settling once more on the chipping egg white of the pitted frame – it made me uncomfortable but i found comfort in that…
Tag: Reflection
This Mess
i’m a mess – a ragged ragamuffin running roughshod riding white water rapids and rolling river rocks – muddied mind malaise riddled masked in mirth exuding merriment maimed and torn miserable – pale portly panicked poor – a man alone in pain abhorred – surrounded enclosed locked away tight – retreat from the sun turn…
That Spark
Another restless night. Bare and uncovered in the darkness I listen to the hum of whirring motors that fill the void with mechanical life. Outside, street lamps give off a dull yellow glow. I picture them, imperfect, tilted in the ground, left by some worker who figured the task completed well enough. My central air…
Piecework Prose 