Eyes closed, wide shut
Lashes lashed to interior spaces
Spaces rife within a rut
A hand full of aces.
Hold, Fold
A story so very old
A wager on the odds of losing everything
A match slowly sparking.
Closed as slits, opened to the inside. Eyes looking internally for sparks and misfires, signs of loss of circuitry, excess of voltage unchecked.
Trying to avoid too much personal detail in these posts. It is difficult seeing where I am and have been for a good while. Suffering the consequence of a mixture of medical substances to help control too many issues with my bowels and my brains. On is perhaps equal to the other but needing different […]
A better move toward le lendemain et le surlendemain. Ici et là. Plutôt qu’immédiat à la vieille veille du jour autour qui tourne toujours, en ronds asymétriques. A little frustrated at the changing routines of day light, of the beginning of the days that come too quickly for the shift change. That are not quiet […]
Ça s’peut c’est pas mal de cela qu’on se regarde dans un miroir, avec l’argent qui se pelle sur l’endos en minces bandes d’étamine de bijoutier. En ce jour les pluies on descendus des cieux sans tout au moins épargner les pauvres et les riches. Il fait trop chaud pour l’hiver de Terra Nova; saison […]