Deceptive Truth

Signs point me in the wrong direction or perhaps I am reading them wrong? Living a life in a self deception and feeling if it's been me behind the mask all along? Lost in this wilderness… I don't want to… Be free… I don't want to… Lose sight of me…

Caravan of Jokers

There's a crossroad on the highway, chain gangs moaning in tunes I now know and I hum along. I kick away the pebbles which try and obstruct the path towards a destination that seemed so close but remains elusive. The pebbles have graduated into stones, then rocks and now boulders which obstruct my passage.

The Mountain and the Lava

It begins with an exhale and a look away. Pursing of the lips and then the lava begins to flow over. The shaking of the land, like the clapping of the hands brings on an eruption that is catastrophic to all the living who dare to try and survive. 

Sirens and The Occasional Bark

A distant siren sounds, a light flicks on and off in apartments above the street lamp. Through a silhouette you can see the occupant pulling off their coat and suddenly a hat and the silhouette reveals it to be a woman. She stands there but I walk on past.