Phillip Jordan

Daring a footfall through this portal it was exhausting sweeping up the remnants of hubris from under the carpet left behind in my think tank’s truancy. It’s all clambering hands on deck I can’t keep all the recollections. Still, like memory foam melancholy and folly impressions remain, when they’re gone do I become immortal? This consciousness I have was never mine to … [Read more...] about The Long Way Home, By: Phillip Jordan

I was tipped off by an instinct allowing me to observe a picture framed, through static dust, hanging obliquely on a crooked rusty nail in the wall. The waning crescent a moth flew a crow caws in the PMs errant warming breeze. … [Read more...] about What Happened?, By: Phillip Jordan

Perched cranium feathered buckled up for a conscious is out of control falling for ages breathing stopped like a clock tick no tock. Russian roulette takes place with a baguette loaded with mothballs it wasn’t what I ordered There is no signal in this dark cavity I’m being held down by gravity in a laboratory where is the lavatory; waste matter, cup coasters, hard cash, … [Read more...] about Sleep Apnoea, By: Phillip Jordan

Hairpin skewed another moment spurned, didn’t the songs I send help, that jukebox is naïve. I thought I was of a strong sound mind and REM would make it all ok, I guess I didn’t learn, I s’pose I needn’t bother While my belfry rang hollow thumping like a drum I was twiddling thumbs still stuck on Question 1 subtracting L from life adding W = wife (my woman for … [Read more...] about Better Left Unsaid In My Opinion, By: Phillip Jordan

You were good for something before I fell I cannot recall, I cannot complain.Wherefore art thou? Someplace special!Blood vessels a knot tying me around your crown I cannot explainYour chestnut epidermis I lick to taste your scent there is a presence within not letting go I would do anything.My arrhythmia beaten and beating into a sinus rhythmYour universal eyes hold the … [Read more...] about My Unicorn, By: Phillip Jordan