t.noble

Then the rust set in, and it went a bit mad, kept the spiders company, They were the only friends it had.

In this dream, I am living on the ground floor apartment, with a laneway behind the patio and trees. I hear sirens, loud radios, and I move my patio curtains aside to see cop cars and red lights filling the alleyway. Many people walking back and forth. I see many officers in plain clothing coming somehow through the bushes to the laneway that connects the ground floor units.. all holding what looks like money. One of the female cops (stylish looking TV cop type of woman) comes towards me. ...

I’m a kaleidoscope in your hands, Turn me once—I don’t align. Turn me twice—I almost fit, you want answers, I want why.