Self-Portrait

Sunday

Misnomer.

This picture contains no hearts, brains or lungs.
Covering oneself in hosiery is an ideal suit of armour.
Good luck.

Thursday

Waking.

Somnambulation in smoky circles
SNAP OUT OF IT!
It's a fantasy, a phantasy, a phantom came to me in my sleep...
He walked right through my front door without knocking
INTRUDER
Intruding my retinas, lifting the curtains from my myopia
In a breath he bid me to walk through
And I refused
And
THIS IS IT
And it's so dazzling
Beauty in macabre waves
Washing over me as oxygen speeds through my veins
The bends
And
It's all gone...
The bends
And now there's just nowhere left for me.

I'm so sorry.