The rain hits my skin like acid Peeling away the environmental slug that’s coated with ignorance What I need is waiting Perfectly still Exquisitely hard Waiting for what I alone can give Others have tried Others have died in their futile attempt My little biter Is not to...

He sat in the doorway  Of the dead superstore  The rain fell over the night  His guitar has no strings  He plays on Feeling the notes Strumming the rhythm  No sound but the rain He moans out the chords  To the empty street  Muffled by the rain

within me, without me I miss youseeking secrecy of feelingthen so callous when it comesendearing charm, your nature, and mine togetherWell aware you have othersBut that you wanted one like me surprises mereserved a special place for me, in...

You are the fart In the elevator In the cinema In the sauna   You are flatulence personified And yet you go flat Like bubble-less champagne Warm like piss Left in the death of afternoon   You are the politician In the pay of the billionaire Bought Ready to sell the people For scrap   You...