Often given a chance to dream of hospitals, old places with stone floors, no lighting and yellowed plaster walls ( Read more... )

There's a refraction in my mind, breaking waves, wringing hands; there's nothing left to save ( Read more... )

Sublimely slipping into a gravity well, as the floor beneath me easily flows downward giving a vague sense of form to the invisible vortex just beneath my feet ( Read more... )

Crawling into a cool dark place daydreaming of cherry blossoms and hoping I'm not going to vomit every morning. Lying there in the dark dreaming up scenes of christian bestiality, slurping down dog sperm for jesus ( Read more... )

Lines defining shape extending reasonable boundaries and my sense of balance is thrown off even more by the fact my eyes tell me the floor is rapidly disappearing ( Read more... )

I had a dream kept in a sacred place, stood on the devil's back and spat into G-d's face ( Read more... )

Trying not to get tangled in the tendrils of dreams, reoccurring ones becoming insistent. I'm fearful of staying still too long lest my mind wander back, idle hands being the devil's playground as they used to say ( Read more... )

Thinking of trees, of birds and bees, of venereal disease and pollen in the breeze. Handcuffed to a branch and I'm safe, and I'm sane feeling fragile, rather inert and inane ( Read more... )

The day after, and the phone isn't ringing, head is still buzzing, ice isn't melting, but the tension is faltering ( Read more... )

warning, blurring, speech is slurring, house is burning...down ( Read more... )