She wolf

A she wolf craves a human den. In the hearts of subterranean men With flesh and blood and open jaw Her wolf-print paw marks. Static, claw… A rib wet womb of distemper.

Oh what do you really, quietly, feel?

The eyes of dawn meet me under her grey hoarfrost blanket Oh I never thought the howling in your heart; could be so cold. Or so loud or unforgiving; oh give unto me them stars shining...

The strumpet

You’d ride the wind… But the wind will not follow… Arse over tit, tit over tale. Greek as an olive You’d squeeze out the sun oil Rape seeds youthful and yellow.

Gabriel's Thoughts After Therapy

The window. How had she connected that with the movies?

Trisha Analyzed

"The Directorate of Intelligence told me that I acted too quickly. The Directorate of Intelligence does not control my life. They told me to take care of the "Timothy" problem. I did.

The Duck Pond

Melanie and her dreams...........

"moon mirror"

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Analogy of Life in Three Lines

A blade of grass admiring the scenery, The flowers, the trees and the rest of the greenery With the faint distant rumble of garden machinery…

The Nero Effect

The light bulb blinks at me, like its own brightness makes it squint And wink like I used to when I looked into the sun. The white tiles gleam under the harsh light and I see the lint,

Cancer

The sickest thought in my sickened head Is the sickest wish for sickness. As I exhale grey spectre breath Twisting and changing in thickness I read the warnings in black and red:

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