for Michael

The subliminal investigation of a young boy's fears and fantasies.

Veronica's Chains

Of course it’s her choice To decay there alone… And I’ve lost every voice That could pass as my own. If the sun could desert her, She would run from it, too; Afraid that it'd hurt her

Winter / Summer

Winter / Summer He tastes of oranges today and comes in like I haven’t seen him in years bearing tea and smiles. When he kisses me he

The travel agent 5/21

Jennifer Jane was attending her first lesson in self-defence in the advanced class for fifth year apprentices.

The travel agent 4/21

the horned fox plays his sax

as people come and go, the horned fox plays his sax his ragged tail by his ragged black hat filled with dollars or dimes the horned fox plays his sax morningtime as children go by

Religious Instruction!

"What does it take for you to believe in God?" he enquired confidently.

wolfsbane. (poem)

I drink her, and I spit and spout her out entirely. I thrust deep, with an aching… timed rich precision; But pace my bleeding aching urges to slowly flow.

Wonderful Love

What a wonderful wreck of emotions I have become, in a wonderful world of wonderers gone. A wonderful notion of gratification to be your only one is my instant motivation.

Erlkonig or Turbid Isidor

A kind of rock poem.

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