a worm on my spine
gorging on my unkind thoughts.
i need spinal tap.
fire
two byte mouthful
the digital life
sucks the analog from me.
life left with two bytes.
cheeky
a blue day
shouldn’t feel unhappy.
warm sun on cheek.
hard hearted
grasping at straws
fingers of spindly ghosts.
and empty hearts.
hunting for kindness
quicker the brown fox
running from the hunting man.
than he from conscience.
less on winning
a doubling effort
cannot escape a black hole.
so try less harder.