Laundry

Laundry looms

persistent as

July flies.

scars

chaos rains     shrapnel

sharp words and laser looks

pierce self and ego

leaving wounds and scars

some too deep to see.

April 12, 2016

Secret silver light slips

under my 

curtains and spreads

across my floor.

Midnight beckons and

sleep departs, destined for

a different room or a different time.

The clock marks minutes

slowly, slowly, slower.

Time ceases to pass and the world is

suspended.

I am suspended

in the dream of

another imagination.