Stones at the door


Rosebud foreshore, Victoria, Australia


Infinite wisdom

or gathered insight

from previous wars

materialize while trying to lead the legion onwards


With a poisonous collective intelligence

conscious reasoning holds the fear inside

‘Is it all real”


Needing a place to hide

from a lost home

you’ve been watching for the fall

never quite there

even though you have walked your made up lies

draining strength from broken anatomy


Hearts kept in glass



Nights pass where you hide within the dark

and stones are placed at the door

No way out


The struggle to make it work within collapsing walls

may take a hundred years or more


Ghosts of past regrets and closet secrets

reappear as the flames rise

keeping guard until the night takes over

Darkness fills the emptiness

until the director calls