Destiny is asmiling bastardriding a motorcyclethrough theneighborhood, laughingat children playing inyards, eaten by worms andtime.PinkgreenwhiteKeliedescope confusion on allthe cat's faces.Providence is a stealthy hunter.

Without poetry, we'd allbe chained to fences of time.locked in,torn apart,played with by thecosmic dance.Don't get me wrong,the poems can'tcure cancer, or heal thelame dog's leg.But, they might givethe whores hope, and thehobos a home.Poetry tricks the mindinto seeing...

If suicide had eyes,it would possess a paralyzing stare.If suicide had a face,it’s ugliness would vacuum the air from my body.If suicide had hands,it would would lay its cold claws on me.If suicide had a tongue,it would lash the...

Sunlit passion in the moonlit heart chamber,your embers thaw my hot-blooded glacier.You are my sun of the night sky.I, your moon-glow – you, my sun-shine.Twas’ a full moonand all through the night-sky not a star was winking –cast out...

Dear psychosis, Lowly your voice howlsWithin the wintry confines of my mind.Now is the winterOf my discontent.I feel your veilover my eyes thickening.What is reality? I reach for it,But with broken hands,I can no longer grasp.And now as the veil...