This city’s crest should be a clock With cartoon speed lines And lit fuses, their proud colours On two perpendicular … More
Category: Poems
Wings (or the lack thereof)
I sat there chained to the floor, The room dull and depressing My wings freshly shorn And I cried, “How … More
Melancholia
My heart hurts Like someone’s wringing it out Trying to rid it of all the blood *sigh* I may be … More
Dot
The beginning of a line The language of a thousand constructs Clear, Music, Universal The flash of genius, Eureka!!!, The … More
Three Strings
Hey y’all a little back story on this piece. Anyone who’s met me knows I almost always have a few … More
Trance
This is something I wrote a few years ago after one of my many daydreams……. Do you ever have this … More