A pond fly

A pond fly gazes up And sees the day erupt I don’t want to be eaten My wings plucked Can’t I dry them on the wing? And hear the clarion of wind Before bearing On my song to sing!

Raft of souls

In the biblical waters of the human mind Where we raft upon our souls To some other strange immortal isle! Where death lays not in tombs But is arisen in the palm of the redeemer!

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…

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