Abstract apologies just foaming 

Brindle bribed bashed out baked into Being

Ghost written half-light where everything is eerie always

“I can set up shop anywhere”, said the filigree spectre in a half whisper

That came up through the floorboards

“Then take me with you” voice replies

All we need: 1 yoga mat, 2 pens and pencils, 3 ……

Write for life run 

Don’t stop or look back 

Wrestle from memories tentacles

Drawing breathes monstrous

Glacial night time tremors break the 

Crusted mantle

Pour like lava, out through the eyes ears nose mouth

Unexpectedly, it’s ungearing

The thoughts cave where miracles hang

Stalagmites or tites I can never remember

Sickly yellow in the dark they live

Eyes peel back prickly just starting to see again