Thirteen Shapes – Part 13

For three and one half days I floated in space The perfect darkness consuming everything ‘Do I still have a body, I cannot see it’ I began to understand that it was pointless to struggle Blind and suspended in a gelatin tar I began to understand that it was pointless to debate it In purest...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 12

The images all bathed in white light heat White, white, white, slowly changing into blue The dream cooled and became tangible Water for miles as far as I could see And on the bottom I sat Swallowed and inhaled ‘Dear Lord, I do not ask for forgiveness Only the knowledge that it all ends here The fire is...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 11

Things never seem to end the way I want Accomplished Nothing, discovered Nothing I walk around in circles for forty or fifty years Then I die and hope that they will remember me’ Dead in the middle of the Nowhere Some pathetic last attempt to rectify A hundred thousand mistakes and forgotten people A...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 10

‘ I am the soft skin burned and affixed to the oven eye Slow pull and tear; my skin displaced; sticky smooth’ On the edges of the seas of sand its fingers gripped; anchored Slowly pulling its massive bulk, a giant salamander sliding on its belly Ticking seconds passed, frantic times I felt as the...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 9

Old tobacco stained beetle wings : Birthed from fingers cracked and aged Their mother hand gripping cards : Around a table drenched in time Eyes glazed over with whiskey dreams : And long since passed escapades Three alone with empty stares : Each in a world dead, gone Drowned in a central Nothingness : This...