Category Archives: Poetry

memories how wonderful it would be to know what we could truly be; if within a world of  thoughtless minds I could find my own; just mine. The sky below would mean much more in mindless winds I’d glide then … Continue reading →

In a city that will never bee scene near an ocean that will never have bean by a hut on a bitch that shall never be rich the loud waves crash incest-aunt-lee as each they width the dawn on the … Continue reading →

sum see some sea where er’ ye be’s the kettles t’is hot as brews the black tea’s thru the winds the waves crash and rattle the door’s the cat is a run-in as trembles the floor’s the sputtering fire from … Continue reading →