Poetry

When we the People, look at you, we hope to be seen

Sipping rose petal tea to go with my tattoo, my heart meridian, my right breast

A Scotsman's daughter named Nelly drew pictures of mice on her belly


We've grown to loathe each other, we have a love both fine and rare

Rotted gutting, pickled lips and blood shot eyes, violent limbs in the middle of sleep

Shades Of Autumn At last, a welcomed light Autumn breeze, whistling passed steepled roofs, gently lifting…

Ducky If you get sad and lonely, your heart dry and gone to seed, don't try to find a woman, a duck is…

Their words like air-blown kisses, Intractable and illuminating

Perversion and Angelic Eyes Angelic eyes crushed and deprived Solemn sadness you suddenly realized Cloaked…

One minute the sky is bright silver; my hands flash over the keyboards

The Jester The king called for the jester, but the jester was no fool, he knew there might be trouble, for…

Passions—space is time and time is lost

Now let twilight sound the knell, for a day I've lived, and loved so well

Gentle come the morning mist, gentle come the day