Gasping for Air
By Chris Wilmot A little ink stain,A squiggle signifying nothing.Inspired by too much caffeine,Playing the mind like solitaire. Like a spill of ice water,On a bright flower filteredWith a blue light lens.As if someone really cared. Abstract thoughts flowing,In the ashtray half empty.Or is it really half full?While a child soullessly stares. A Tarot decks … [Read more…]