poetry
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How to Catch a Sinner
How to catch a sinner: Look for the loudest, self-proclaimed saint, almighty and proudest. He walks with a basket filled with gold stones and ready to pick so many bones. Continue reading
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You Must Be Thinking
You must be thinking of what happened to me, your daily beloved and majesty. When the moon shines, do you miss my eyes? The wasted opportunity, do you realize? Continue reading
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Here Comes the Angel
Here comes the angel with a toad for a face and wings made of hay; hence the fall from grace. It claims to be ridding the world of disease and defying the gods like Hercules. Continue reading
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You Can’t Love Me
You can’t love me because you hate your own skin, the sound of your own voice, and your mind screaming from within. You can’t show me ’cause you’re fixated with that wall others built for you, the shots you don’t call. Continue reading
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At Last I Found a Friend
At last I found a friend among unexpected places who knew not to give up peeking through my many faces who knew my humid silence was not mean-spirited at all who dared to chip away at my Jungian timid wall. Continue reading
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In My Corner
In my corner I sit thinking about it. In my corner I cry processing that goodbye. In my corner I bleed and slowly concede. In my corner I scream to let off some steam. Continue reading
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Alchemical Offspring
I am an ALCHEMICAL OFFSPRING of matters trivial and profound: Pyukumonsters, philosodomy Perry Ellisism, Planetary Sheldanite Continue reading
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Do Not Envy
Do not envy the spectacle of a life made of all colors for when you mix them in a bowl the result’s a hideous puddle Continue reading
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Just a Tad
Both yesterday and today, from afar I caught you throwing at me a look so bizarre. You’re intimidated just by my presence But I heard you went ape, darling, in my absence. Continue reading
Xeno Hemlock 