A poem I wrote a few days ago upon seeing a picture of an old lover writing 'I Love You' across her fingers for her new, besotted bastard.
Kaleidoscope of rainbow hues Droplets swizzle weaving down window pane What flames of June allure such blues This sodden grass beneath my tread My summer is gone..my suntan dead.
Terence McMichael O’Day was having a dream. In the dream he was traveling down the Amazon in a hot air balloon, in search of his father.
"No!" Scott was stubborn. Besides, he was still upset about school yesterday. Some people kept calling him "Shorty," because he was the shortest boy in his class.
dear self, please try & do your best to refrain from stretching your arms up far & wide whilst in a room that has low ceilings & a ceiling fan to boot. sincerely,
“doter” is one of those words that just makes you wanna smile--- why, you ask? well, whenever the word originated, it had, like all words, some meaning bestowed upon it, or it was used in
did Picasso dream up Guernica while taking a shit & did Van Gogh fantasize about Starry Night whilst draining the lizard? how about Pollack---though we have been
I’m normally good at these sensitive things Once I saw a girl crying on the street It was eleven am and I said are you okay and she said no
It was like the two of us had murdered someone; I had accidentally tripped an electrician down the stairs and now he was tied up in the boot of your car.
Mind, thought and impurity P.K.ROUTRY You may like it or not, At times impurities come in your thought. You know they are the worst,
Alexandra made a sighting. “Pigeons at twelve o’clock!,” she said. “Gun her Harold!" As the adrenaline pumped through his caffeine soaked veins, Harold floored the gas petal.