in the cool, dark
of endless hallways and mystery
the noises; my creative
to entertain, to pass the time, too
what could possibly be so
at 12am on a
fateful tuesday, in my cocoon I stay. I hide
my head. full of creation, full of
imagining what emptiness, what
buzzing, running, tripping over the confusion.
my head. full of don’t, won’t, must try
stumbling, faltering. don’t, don’t, don’t ride the
the AC is a breeze, not fresh, not relaxing but
I imagine surfing. I’ve never surfed.
I feel goosebumps, I smell salt and sand, I smell
is it a beast? does it long to taste? no
my eyes are failing; 10-tonne lids, don’t
the cave engulfs me: like a moat to protect. like a cage of neglect.
don’t. don’t. don’t. don’t.
won’t. won’t. won’t.
I urge my body to rest. bend to the will.
find ashen, stony, lost ecstasy. again.
embrace the burn.
purge. and burn.