poem
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Warning Signs
I wish I could book an empty city to cry in, I felt some peace in my late afternoon walk, I admit I felt rejection at the sight of others, I felt like a hermit leaving his cave. Today, all day, I have been wanting to be gone. To be deleted like a simple paragraph,…
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World Alone
Here is some thoughts in no particular order. Some cities are mirages, “You have been walking for too long without any food or water, traveller. There is shapes contorting, ahead and all around you, they may or may not try to engage you, whatever you choose to do, avoid attacking them, they don’t know what…
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A Projected Image
I lie awake, knowingly alone, uncomfortable in this bed, restless. I switch off the light. My senses download a memory past three in the morning. It’s a wound, that of an animal. I can smell it, so close to me that I can see the sheen of the fur upclose, the different length in hair…
LA MVNDIA 