My heart’s bass drum back beat joins the blaring alarm a viper-like arm strikes the beeping now tacit the beats rallentando softly sotto voce
Why can I not dream forever like Alice in the looking glass under the duvet air ripens filling my soul with musty warmth why can I not be forgotten like lint in a jean’s back pocket out of my sight out of my mind anxiety’s cacophony
One eye surveys ahead another stares inward appalled
TS S. Fulk lives with his family in Örebro, Sweden where he works as an English teacher and textbook author. Besides teaching and writing, TS is an active musician who plays bass trombone, the Appalachian mountain dulcimer and the Swedish bumblebee dulcimer (hummel). His poetry has been (or will be) published by The Ekphrastic Review, The Button Eye Review, The Fiery Scribe Review, Perennial Press, and Wingless Dreamer.