Tag: December 2019

It was chilly this morning. Bluecast morning downfocused eyes She’s not sleeping here Nobody’s sleeping here Nights come early and end early How long they are is the only thing I think about before I try to sleep it off Drowsy mornings bleed into lazy afternoons before circling back to evening’s unwanted intrusion I stay [...]

Written while watching Lingua Ignota and other YouTube stuff. Brought out beside this infatuation—why am I always drawn to wounds and inflictions? There’s no dictionary for an unknown language No shoes for broken feet There’s no choice but to feel your way Slow down the affection dirge in incremental stains. Physics alleges what it can’t confirm [...]

Only the cat loves this chair. Empty chair I don’t think anyone ever sat there The cat calls it a bed when the room is quiet The clock on the wall speaks to no one it lets time do the talking I’ve heard enough for now I roll over and go back to sleep (21 [...]

Written as part of a workshop yesterday. My day does not begin until I’ve opened the blinds to the light or grey of the day I can be conscious in the dark but am not truly awake until my eyes open to light and I can fit into the shape of the morning (21 December [...]