Greetings Deepunderground, we have formulated a response to your artistic language of poetryAt first, we could not decode the language in its emotional stateIt came to us singing through the universesAnd our top scientists and seershave been trying to...

In all the smashed cats on the road days ofhungover afternoons, and empty pocketmornings, one constant wherever I waswere the trips to the library.I read most everything back then:HamsunHemingwaySteinbeckFitzgeraldEugene O’Neill, and Gogol,and always Bukowski.They were my lighthouse in theabysmal...

I sleep with mytop hat on these days.It keeps the rabbits fromcrawling out and runningaway.They are the safest close tomy brain when I sleep.I don't want them eaten byferal swine or to wanderoff and drown in a vat of...

The bedlam on me, I weep notes of despair They were broken pieces of my sacredness thrumming the harp upon my soul of madness   My heart strings out of tune with the other beings sang a melody of melancholy and insanity visions blur, and...