Stone, shadowy edges...
We gather stones never knowing what they'll mean...
The banshee's wail, the siren's song,
Two creatures of the otherworld, so strong...
The wizard stood at the edge of the gate,
A portal to a realm of chaos and hate...
behind a smiling
Entrepreneur lay in wait...
District-Less
Governor Gerry...
Beloved Nation
About respect...
The will to live
The will to exist...
Well
Another day...
A Hermetic Poem
A dream about me...
As a gentleman you’ll tip your hat to me
Whilst slowly popping off my fingernails...
Eat the soup
Just don’t look...