Waiting for someone outside the door at the end of the hallway (A poem)

A scene from last night’s activities… The sign is ragged, torn with pieces missing ‘STAIRS TO M IN LEVEL’ I know which stairs those are I have no desire to take them no matter how many footsteps I hear from the floor above I do wonder, though when the thundering herd stampeding through the second-floor halls [...]

There is no way to interrupt the process once it has begun (a poem)

Had trouble sleeping at first last night, so I tried writing a few things… Spinning squares send spiky spirals splashing across the factory floor but the machinery doesn’t stop Though I escape by roundabout means and random dodges I can still feel the shredded layers of skin about my mouth and face It heals quickly [...]