three hours on the road with nothing but his own thoughts to haunt the cathedral in his skull drifting through the dusty pews where he has spent so long in the full adoration of worship of ghosts the fountain long gone dry the stained glass covered by thick cobwebs that filter any light into a […]
i made a blanket fort buried myself in it more a blanket tomb a womb a standing burial shroud my own personal cahokia we took a school trip there long ago underground they turned off the lights we screamed in childish delight they turned on the spotlights skeletons lay illuminated before us i was enthralled […]
the bed is shaking again, hovering two feet off of the ground and steadily rising by the time i fully wake to realize what is happening my face is pressed against the ceiling all i can do is go back to sleep mental note to self, buy more whiskey and salt all the cupboards are […]
Mike's Manic Word Depot 