The road unravels before me, a blackened serpent shedding its skin,split and stitched with tar like scars that never quite heal beneaththe weight of passing wheels and wandering feet. It stretches—taut,then slack—a frayed rope pulled taut by unseen hands,...

In the dark, the dust motes danced in silence as the clock ticked-tockedand the moon closed its eyelids to what had been. Now a shallow shudderlay me down to sleep as I pull me chin up to my cheeks...

Alluring soliloquy with a scent of the poppy echoing sleep clinging to the fabric of intoxication, sweet Opium...goodnight fading with each breath, currents of memories in the quietus of the rain escaping from the rattle from the chaotic ligature of the dripping...

Death is nothing but a ghost in my Lenovoa memory of a cold moon and broken dreams parroting a rhythm using plastic keys with eulogies from the shepherd's hand...A ghost in my Lenovo