8hz

some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes

she tears down the walls

an insatiable hunger

the cityscape looms

my lab up in flames

attacked by a giant wasp

mondays! am i right?

there is a thin line

between a joke and the truth

i can’t take either

banished as a child

a world inside a painting

slowly rots away

i wake up gently

it’s such a beautiful day

i feel very ill

gone before your time

a debt of apology

that cannot be paid

staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you

air leaks from the room

i reach out to touch your hand

my arm halts, frozen

it’s time to take stock
and get myself together
and get milk.. and bread..

business is business

the flies are dropping like flies

but boys will be boys

fear creeps up my spine

the sense of being followed

from each dark corner

and that is?