I Am A Subject

You are shaking as your pen glides over paper. Seated on the floor with your legs crossed and a sketch pad resting on your knees. I begin to wonder what and how you’re seeing. What if the shading isn’t just right? The outcome. The product. The faces and expressions.

Another Fabled Ground

Who goes there!

Mystery Parcel

Packages arrive at my door.

What on Earth for?

This Person Gets It

Or so, I think…

Just An Inquiry

What do you see when you look outside?

Dynamite Infinitum

He loves his brandy at night before he pulls back the covers and falls asleep. A reign is only as long as it is allowed to continue. Bracing for the worst, the neon lights that keep him awake will start burning any second now. They so violently shine it makes him sweat just to open his eyes. It’s like a nuclear bomb going off followed by an eon of sweet relief.

Looking

Your future is looking back at you with disdain.
Get a move on.
Get it rolling.
Stop it snowing.
My future is staring up at me with stone-black eyes.

Five-Twenty-Five

Roadside. Stalled and seated plucking blades of grass, awaiting help never summoned. He watches distant headlights, tries to guess the speed of passing cars and trucks. The sun begins to set. Motionless he rests and tries to feel the earth rotate. Desperate lips beg for water. Colorful fogs wash billow out around him. Arms and legs go numb. High hopes. The feeling lasts.

Heliocentric

I have entered the home of an unknown soldier. His family departed long ago to search foreign shores for his soul, and never did return. The walls are a sickening shade, but the floor is comforting. I feel like I could sink into it.

Just For Sight

From the ceiling water is dripping; I tilt my head back to watch the encroaching beads of water. They grow larger. My eyes are open. Rain falls from the sky; rolls down my forehead and into my eye. I am not going blind.