There's a littleboy who hides inthe dark corners ofmy soul.He doesn't want tobe hurt anymore.I spent eight yearswith Beth.For the most part,it was hell andconstant pain.She made nightmareslook good.I heard thelittle boy crylate into thesilky night,while snails gotsmashed on...

What is itthat drives youinto the deep dark cornersof dimly lit hotel roomswhere sultry sounds echothrough paper walls?Penetrating soundsthat pound, pound, poundlike heavy hammers undergroundas you watch mewatch megoing down…watch me going down on him,stroking, strokingyour little stem.What pulls...

You knowwho you are.Let's pretendI'm your psychologist,and we can walk through thisissue together. Go ahead. Pull down your trousers.Yes, your underwear too. Now, cruise over to the couchand lie down. Unbutton that crisp, cotton Oxford and open itso, I...

I started this notesomewhere in the middleof Chesapeake Bay…staggeringupper deck on a ferry named FANTASY,floating towards Foreverville.Your arms surrounded melike a memory,chestnut hair wildly dispersed,September chill on sky-mist stationary,your tongue on the creaseof my sticky envelope,tendrils of curls crossing the...

Disastrous thoughts collide within meto face it head-on or bury ita thistle of thorns, my cloudMy happiness, taken by an awful feelingshrouded in gloom, it picksDreaded doom, it flowersIt's anxiety's trick and powerterrorizing my peace of mindThoughts of a...