These Pills Again

This afternoon, inside pages call the words said I you heard a fall. The dust settles from the storm, alone you calm you are reborn. The sheets, soft they caress skin in which now in I lay alone again. I fight saturate of few of a hate that I permeate my dry dis-taste. The colors…

Just A Thought

This place steer me into the open breeze. Smoke myself into avenue obscure then fall too. Make a ground where I have lost I’ve found. Here brambles crack; worms crawl in soul, black. Shelves, books you’ve read; feed me, dear before I dead. Take it, a hand. Give a place I stand.