Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
I told you, from a distance, that I loved you, and was blackened with the earned shame of the illicit. Noses sniffed. Fingers pointed. Hands covered whispering lips. But you? You had a look of surprised wonder, and blushed redly, uncaring of the devil’s radio.
MoreAll bony and moany, on hollow stilts he walks, stumbling to a slow pause. With dimming lamps he scans the dumbness of air, then cries at the memory of the hunt. The plates of his shoulders stretch his sparse skin, and pepper spots remember lost whiskers.
MoreAuthor, I call you.Explorer and visitor.Architect of chaptersin the tomes of my dream.
MoreYou must be my Witch In the day, you are as plain as day I think you don’t see me Maybe you think I don’t see you but I am good at eyes Always in your greys and tans and flats Shiny swinging hair Bottle goggles to discourage the shallow You glow from the feathers […]
MoreI fear I would be shyif you were to speak to me.I know.It’s not a good look.But I’m imprinted with your face.I know.Creepy, I imagine you think.Each mannerism, each quirky movement,tells a tantalizing storythat I am meant to understand.I am sure of it.Yes, I am.
MoreNights at the round table!Spouts of hot teasloshed into cups of tiny china.Cards and clinking glasses,glinting toothy smiles!One nods offafter too many Jameson’s.Piggyback up the stairs,unfold him into bed, hah!Open a window, will you?What, tired already?It’s only two!
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