I love the look of agony In every wounded eye. the sudden feel of fate and terror The silence of the nigh. The kiss of winter strangling tree…

He loves me, he loves... No pain. The girl. No God. He knows no love. He loveth naugh… No God. No love. No soul. We knew a love. We talked a lot.

The footsteps lightly drumming In the sky of blue and gray. With amber breeze among the leaves And shadowed mountain lakes. The shrill cold sound-high pitched…

In all that seamless night the one tearing lightning rift flashed blindness upon her. Like the sun breaking through a black gowned sky-for a moment

Diamonds dashing to and fro, leaves listlessly swirling in the torrent moving slow now rising, falling, moving faster dancing, drancing, racing

I gather my wings ready to… Wings of bubbles dancing in wet mo… Ruffled feathers of friends glidin… Chirpings of popcorn munchers roos… Wings which linger, wings…

The wizard of ooze. Interesting concept. He yings, he yangs, he sends those orangutans on a vacation to Never Never Land. He wheels and deals with rancid banana peels and little gray...