A SEPARATE WORLD | ‘Head Full of Horrors’

With a headful of horrorsI pack sleeplessnessinto bags heavyserried in rows sagging,like Poe’s. Nightmares seep through the seamsroll over, romantically,the landscape of waking lifeto fancifully fog reality where I sit. Enrobed in blanketsin daylightenrobed in relentless memories inventedby nighttime blowing steam from hot tea.Dissipating particles finelyinto airI dilute fantastical flashbacks with reality weakened into nothingbut… Read More A SEPARATE WORLD | ‘Head Full of Horrors’