Creepy Old CatBy FlatDaddyMorning comes creepingon fat old cat’s feetto roust me from bed,let creepy cat eat.She leaps on the bedthen springs to my chestand digs in her claws,thus ending my rest.Screaming and swatting,I curse her and plead,“Please! I’ll...

If my paper would speak,what would it say?Would it push away my pen if I write today?And how would the paper feel? Maybe it would feel oh so special.Because I carved in it words so sweet.Maybe it would fear my...

Breeze come take me find me a new place to roam love come make me travel too far from home blue in the eyes of sadness green to the promise I pray brown to the dirt that found me...

The King dances naked        procession marches on      flags of retribution      mother sings her song      into the fire      pages keep us warm      guillotine is sharp and shiny...