My shadow reaches all the way to hell. I am a mushroom cloud of destruction. My feet are rooted in the Earth and yet my…
Category: Poetry
What does death feel? Does death rehearse it's visit? Does it pause standing by the door, searching for the right words?Does it feel awkward? Does…
My stomach is a web of snakes. They squirm and move about And drag my thoughts through their scales. I sense the hissing! Their tongues…
We keep asking irrelevant questions. Why do we keep asking the irrelevant questions? Why can't we live in the now without seeking answers to the…
Only those who are afraid of death survive. Only those who are afraid of death live. Being brave is an evolutionary disadvantage. We are engineered…
There is no greater curse than to be the best at nothing. There is no greater curse than to be average. There is no greater…
The isle of Capri has two sides. One side is port. The port inhales arriving tourists like an addict does cocaine, then spits them out…
Pigeons make no nests. Pigeons hunt for crumbs. Pigeons are weary of cats but seem oblivious to traffic. Until one of them dies in a…
Rome! Dilapidation and confusion. The air oozes with graffiti and sweeps past papal tombs. The noise!The noise attacks my ears like beggar that desires my…
Razor separates. So finely! Razor separates life from death. So finely! Razor elicits pain on flesh. So finely! Razor clears skin. So finely! Is razor…