Different Cast into this, through the fire, the winters reckoning. These tired strides, pass the serpentine catch. 2 2
The Horror She sleeps in the catacombs and copulates with the corpse She lies to the moon and the stars and the night At least the dead are honest 2 4
The art of screaming I’ve reached the point where screaming is useless. And tonight countless men and women will scre from windows and mansions and roof 2 1
I’m too smart to believe in luck but I’d rather be lucky than smart. This room as good as any to hear the story 1
Empire of the Ant As I write this, I look around an Of life. Everyone I know, helples Us struggling from one point to an Or placated. We live as though th Fabricated stories of afterlives a
The Brink At the brink men gather a calm. Such placid faces in the black boot dark Peer the sheer drop, like family,
I am disappearing I am disappearing, in the shadows against the glare of the noon day Made visible only by you. You wit heels and Virginia slim. Everyday I woke like a lion and p 1 1
The Front Porch Frog A frog made a home on my porch. H eating bugs and spiders and I’m ha The frog and I have a non verbal I can only hope that the lawyers n He is awash in entomology, 1 1