This room as good as any to hear the story
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
I’ve reached the point where screaming is useless. And tonight countless men and women will scre… from windows and mansions and roof…
Cast into this, through the fire, the winters reckoning. These tired strides, pass the serpentine catch.
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…
The old warrior sits stooped his weathered bone bowed Each scar
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…
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,
At the brink men gather a calm. Such placid faces in the black boot dark Peer the sheer drop, like family,
Her mind is a house afire Inside two angry children They are unknown