A Ghost Abandons The Haunted

December 21, 2017

You ignore the way light filters through my cells,
the way I have of fading out – still
there is a constant tug, a stretching,
what is left of me is coming loose. Soon,

I will be only crumbs of popcorn,
a blue ring in the tub, an empty
toilet paper roll, black mould
misted on old sponges,

strands of hair woven into
carpet, a warped door
that won’t open, the soft spot
in an avocado, celery, a pear,

a metallic taste in the beer, a cold sore
on your lip – and when I finally lose my hold
you will hear a rustle and watch me spill
grains of rice across the cracked tile.

Katie Cappello

A book or two

December 21, 2017

Philip K Dick writes…

December 21, 2017

Oh, no, Pooh…

December 21, 2017

addicted…

December 21, 2017

I am addicted to you
I have tasted your mind
And I cannot forget its flavour

Old fashioned Christmas reads

December 21, 2017

The eternal question…

December 21, 2017

Why do men have a hole in their penis?

To get oxygen to their brain, of course…

like the surrealists

December 21, 2017

Reality is a prison – free yourself now and take those first, hesitant steps into darkness. Find that magical place where lost souls entwine. Be like the surrealists and actively seek out the marvelous –