

Guantanamo BayGuantánamo Bay! Such a name in my American dog mind should choke in its own corrupt decay!Guantanamo Bay
O that the hallowed wardens of democracy and freedom should bind with chains and flog with brains innocent human lives! There, locked behind a fence of coiled wire, glinting with the sun between its million teeth, &n


Ravishing Swig Straight up hard liquor—Ravishing Swig
they downed their first baby shots once the ball dropped at Times Square.
Clink! And spilling, of course, fire &


Big Bang Nebulae, mantras, irregular rhythms,Big Bang
curled lamplit bodies, coupled as a single brass soprano saxophone reverberating groans, &


Charity Prick with a pin the thickest vein. A butterfly, albino, sniffs the skin with serpentining snout uncurled to sip the silken sanguine pearl, to sate, with crimson hue, her wings. Now see, the heavens flutter pale and papery, swarm the trickling fount, and Yes! the sun illuminates the task— to pock this body limp with bloodied vugs to glut a million throbbing compound eyes!Charity
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All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.
-Bokonon
My poetry tends to sound like inappropriately long and personal hallmark cards except without the sense of occasion.
My prose is shallow and pedantic.
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As I fall, and you turn away.
You walk down corridors miles away from heart.
As I breathe, as I surrender...
I hear the sound of whispering.
Best answer yet.
And many compliments for your gallery!
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