Here’s how it is:
We get in, we get out.
No hassle, no room for chance.
A ploy is all; a pick at the universal stitching,
A chuckle and then retirement.
Life and love in golden villas.
My fears and yours – they can keep their scaly mouths shut. / It is time to shut off the oxygen.
And I wonder whilst observing all of this: Have I made a mistake? And the only answer I receive is: Alone.
The Nonsensical Narcissist Nods Knowingly.
Burning, yearning, searching, hurting, / Festering, unresting, suggesting GO BLIND!
Creep O’ The Night
We each earn our own demise, / Flooded, blooded: dreaming of a life / Which taunted our tears, / With each turn of the year, / Till all we …
Three Short Poems
Midnight monsters, come to feed
Everybody Gets What They Want, Depending On How M…
Twilight and taunting, haze all bleary and cloaking; viewed from within turns men into monsters and women into wraiths…
From Whence I Came
Peculiar epiphanies on this particular evening, / One pensive penguin and a thousand more bleeding / Whilst words work wonders inside of my…
Let Demons Lie
An unfathomable, quenchless thing this is! / You who sit there lying!
…pleasant enough to make my heart smile is the thought of us together, matching with our pretty eyes and tender hearts strung up upon…
We Started A Love Affair
…We loved her with our malice, / For returning the emotion… / We loved her dry…
A Day of Demons
I fell in to the pit of sounds and hovered on vibration…
Your Heart Fell Into My Hands And Now My Palms Ar…
This life which we live… / These vast, shiny, pretty things which we build and marvel at, conscious of our self-conscious desire to h…