Back in the barn — Frozen mind — when all that jive just doesn’t want to sink in — cut cured cranium — open in wounds, no hold onto pain — I can take anything and with my love for needles we could say I like it — surreptitious salient silent seeping blood my lips…

Wednesday prompt: take what you want — There was a time my head moved — it altered like the shifting of concrete layering the foundation. Neurotransmitters burnt into wireless chemical compounds bouncing to and fro. Cranium bleeds common not an aneurysm more like the bloody soul destroyed by too many ignored pleas for help. In the end…

Left for dead — If I chose prose to express myself would you want to be close? Dream on a lake shimmering gold is light flashing drake high end up with poetry pouring out and up Head inside my shattered eyes that blends the skies and under what name your shame? Back to the…

And so the nightmares continue.. — Muttering mind muddle mint on my pillow–Mimi it’s for you–who put it there? Crush crunch drunk sunk in the dawn new light fading following hollow yellow burnt orange sky opening to dewy grey rain chilly — waking with the horrid smell– what is it–stale cigarettes feeding frightful figured shadows– nightmares illustrating a Renoir of a little point in time– a younger me in…