I sit here under the stench of a thousand rotting corpses; the judgment of my infinite betrayal. My madness my cell. Their screams my prison guards. Even though I can see a splinter of light through a crack in the...
Flashes of scenery in reverse Float past the underlying reality Obscuring the truth below With words strewn backwards And each consciousness in its own Silo of silence without a word said As texts are read and monologues prepared Carried along...
I like my little spot on the curb Out in the back Of the back parking lot I can see in all directions I can be an observer, free to watch Life literally passing me by Not have to wade...