A poem about ... well why don't you try to work it out yourself? That sounds fun doesn't it?

I talked to, kissed and fondled it just like a man possessed

Roller Coaster

I thought what the hell did I just swallow?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

The second chapter of The Legend of Roan series, Roan finds that something tragic has happened to his home.

No, I would not believe that brazen man Whose autumn bronze now rusted by my street: He said I should not breathe your air that sung, Nor tame its winds and tend them at your feet.