WordPress Poet
What am I doing,Dragging out word after word,In the light of day.My poor, hollow-eyed children:These damnable posts.I lie back, refresh the page…I’m so full of shit.
A Simple Task
To each, a long task,Subdued in memories lost,A Purpose set clear:Vagrant souls, pour your sorrowInto cups of golden song.
Lest I Forget
Patio lounging. A muse in billowing silk. Arms bared, gentle breeze. Noon-sun sweat and wanton sighs. Breasts rise, hearts flutter. Garnet navel piercing. Hot. The darkest lipstick. Tapping fingers on the hip. Mirrored eyes linger. Her frown is always yearning. A glass of iced tea.
Let Lie Less
I’ve been sleeping more lately,Troubled by ephemeral dreams,That (clichéd though this may be)Feel more real than reality seems.While good for inspiration,I’m concerned nonetheless,For in my waking starvation,I’m becoming less and less. Better, I suppose,To dream and chase phantom love,Than let my soul die.
To Dream Too Deep
When she did not wake, she burrowed Deeper,Into the corpse-skin of the world,Where she stole the magic from forgotten gods,Ate their powers and awful disparity,Until she vomited her mortality,In the form of wriggling worms,Many-legged and blindingly yellow,(Though when crushed underheel,They leave beautifully red stains). Because she could no longer walk,Having sprouted too many eyes,She dragged … Continue reading To Dream Too Deep →
Dreams of Dead Machines
Milk-rust and rose petals, Flowing in churning streams, Through ancient forest clearing, Weaving infinite songs, Whisper sensual calm, For a broken War Machine, Which can no longer recall(lost so in cartesian spirals), until sleep once again gleams, Like a dagger of diamond dreams, sheathed in soft, sapphire silk.
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I certainly can’t make any promises that I’ll be here forever,
but at least you’ll know when I’m around.
Discarded Recollections 