Insomniac musings.

When reading is not enough.

Dreaming worlds to life
as an exercise in avoidance.

Wallowing in grotesque
to indulge the desire
of escapes and flights of fancy.

Rewriting to see the oppressed as powerful
the unloved as cherished
The unhappened as come to fruition.

04/08/2013


I said goodnight to the world...

Out of custom.
Out of wishing others the pleasant dreams
I once used to have.

To await, until, with impunity,
I can unleash my words upon the page.

04/08/2013


Complicated?

I just had no clue
and I'm no nearer.

I suspected, no, I knew,
that the train would depart
without me in it.

Feigning non-chalance,
I headed to the station,
ready to fly the kerchief.

And I stood on the platform
like the idiot I am,
the tracks empty at my arrival.

I am Forrest Gump.

04/08/2013


My lonely wolf howl...

echoes in the Chilterns
with itself as an answer.

Padding in the night,
searching for my lost cubs.

No pack, no quarry,
just the endless trail.
A prison with no bars.

04/08/2013


And the truth shall set you free?

There is nothing for free,
certainly no free lunch.

I still am paying for the truths
of almost eight years,
with some bills still due.

Prisoner of my truth,
chained to the rock,
I see the tide rising.

04/08/2013

Maudlin

...of late,

of late nights,

of being too late.

I thought my butterflies

were killed by eagles, crushing my innards

in their attempts to fly.

Big mistake, not eagles,

but eagle owls.

12/08/2013