In your depths, I am a shadow soullicking at a flame I can't fathomFate is cruel and did not allow My passion quelled out of necessityProvocation denied and repressedYou graze my sexual soulprovoking my lustbuilding it until bare, I squirm My...

What happens when they've cut down all the trees? When they've evicerated the hedge rows, sterilised the brambles, sprayed the grassy clover, stamped on the daisies, crushed the insects, starved the green. When the land is humanised. When the natural kingdom...

If variety is the spice of life, my sobriety isequivalent to rolling seven on a cubic dice. Standing tall like united lice on laboratory prisoned mice will sooth the soul and mute the sighs. Goodbyes are poor receptions in...