The Ballad of Garrett

Hookers aren’t cheap.

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Naked people. Somewhat.

I Don’t Believe in Magic

I don’t believe in magic, but in your presence I’m possessed.

The First

Loves first tender embrace.

The Ride

Her blonde hair flashes over my face, / As she bites her bottom lip and cries out, / A rebel yell into the wild night, / With her white h…

To My Love

Thanks for nothing.


I’m waiting.

Epic Proportions

“Oh, but all the hells! / Tell the priest to ring the bells!” / The people heard the mayor yell, / As her shadow passed his doo…

Such Is The Way

A blade stabbed deep into the snow, / Near vanquished hero’s hand, His foe / absent of life’s tender glow: / Such is the way I love.

Temptations of Ormo

So I guess that’s all very well and good, / Let’s just say that it wasn’t to be. / But if there’s anything left of …

Shadows on the Fog

There are ghosts all around us, / Our deeds and words they log, / Spectres of our darker sins, / The shadows on the fog.

The Truth

I could say I have my reasons, / And tell you I meant this to be. / Or simply speak the truth, / In the hopes that you may see.

The Note.

I love you, because my heart tells me I have no choice.


Her loving, beckon chance, / Through her gentle gaze enchants, / Ensnares me, her gallow / Lifts me gently off my feet.


I long for the beads, / Of sweat upon my brow, / And sweet kisses of sun on my skin. / I long for the knots, / Of burrs on my laces, / As I…


My arms are empty now. / My heart is full, and how / Can I let another moment pass? / I cannot let a moment pass, / Without telling you…


What’s that creeping, sneaking, / Through the grove of angry trees? / The taint of evil visions, / Painting shadows on the breezeR…

Just To See Her Face

I had seen her on a Wednesday, / Red shoes crossing the wet street. / Blonde hair, blue eyes, red shoes, / Long raincoat down to her feet.

To He Who Pissed Me Off

Rest the quill and stay your hand, / For your work is soft like shit.

A Tinman, Swindled

“There is nothing there within,” / She sighed. / “There is nothing there within. / He is hollow, cold and safe, / In his armor made of tin.”

The Real


The Heart of a Lion

Yet one young cub was not so brave, / Though he was bigger than the others. / And so was a target of teasing and giggles, / From his many …


Against a stoney country wall, / I pondered you, our love, our fall, / And drew anew what I could recall, / When it hit me like a truck.


Get out of the damn street!

Mockery of the Ormo

Let us sing the songs and praises of the Ormo.

Under the Bed

Sometimes, what’s under the bed isn’t nearly as bad as what could be above it.

Scribblings of the Ormo


The Short Barrage of Ormo

It was he who charged the velvet gates, / And peeled the peach into the light.

The Resurrection of Ormo

The great dark shadow of Ormo, / Fell over her face and her hands, / And with a mighty quiver and release, / The spirit of Ormo was expe…

What Greater Treasure?

In the depth of the night, / I can feel my final heartbeats pounding hard. / As I drift from this life, / I’ll float high upon the…


And if you ever open the door, / And I hear you cross the floor, / And you say, ‘I am sure.’ / Then…

Ode to Bacon

Bacon is a juicy bit…does it lure you in?

Sensualities of Ormo

Let us moan and mumble together, / Under a blanket, from the box you opened, / And hurry to your satisfied end, / Before the security gua…

Betrayal of the Ormo


Simple Tastes

I once was asked, / Which flavor I favored, / Of the Neopolitan design. / Do I favor the chocolate, / The strawberry, / Or vanilla, of …

The Call of Ormo

Your voice ever present in my ears. / That endless hum of song, / The restless tune from within, / That stirs and fevers my blood.

After the Fall

I cast my eyes to the tapestry of night. / His voice calling me from emptiness to emptiness, / Those penetrating eyes following me… /…

The Fall of Ormo

See, Ormo was his dearest friend, / All the way to his very sad end. / “It’s all right, Igbo,” Ormo would say, / “I…

Knock Knock!

But a few paces on the floor, / A round of knocks battered the door. / And shook the pictures on the wall. / As he peeked through the peep…

The River’s Warning

I felt the Earth quiver, / As if a sudden shiver, / Rippled from the river, / To where I found my seat.

Supposing I Did

It sounds so strange to say / She used to love me. / When I can still read those words, / From years ago. / I often wondered what our / Fu…