Choruses and Teddy Bears

Smell of rust and mold and sulfur; Dank and dour, silent, sick – Radio sounds somewhere distant, Cataclysmic bailiwick Choruses of haunted voices, Drifting through the urban mist – Teddy bears that hide in ruins, Dreamed or maybe Reminisced


i run as far as i can run past everything and anyone but see the bluescape everywhere it’s all around and always there and far horizons that i seek in bluescape, always wet and bleak i drive myself to journey on till daylight, road and hope are gone the bluescape of my eyes and mind … Continue reading "bluescape"