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A swift and careful eye could see, A creature of immortality, Ponder not of what it is, For if you do, you're sure to miss That graceful neck, that...

It was night time in Las Vegas. A limousine dropped off a pony tailed man outside the Monte Carlo Casino. He nodded to the doorman, and a busty...

My daughter takes my breath away. Nothing much else to say. Enjoy?

I have fallen she whispered; Stumbled across dusty ground, Half full of heart-beats that last forever, Sick with my own silent lung-shreiks and their stiff, metallic fear and the strange black-hole tug at my sinews. Crumbling, she choked, I have held my breath, Waiting gravel-grazed and stunned for a sunbeam to dance over my cheek.

Chapter 7 of The New Eschatologist

Which one would you be? Short poem.

a personification poem

Caged and blindly content with glistening adornments. Thin, half smiles from a man that doesn't look at you, weakened by each word he slips in your...

Just in case I go away, And leave you all behind, I just want everyone to know, You'll still be on my mind, Despite all of my long term plans, And...