Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets..
You may see them as a flit out the corner of your eye.
A inky deja-vu at midnight as you walk the dark street.
Always at the edge they lurk.
Waiting. To pull you in.
If you are open to the blackness within their world,
just climb through the mirror or fall into the
mists which lay low to the
ground just before the break of dawn.
They perpetually linger, so
never think you are alone as you
slip into bed.
See that shadow playing off in the corner?
Simple a curtain through which they
Do you dare to pull it aside?
By Philip Wardlow