eyes
crazed...
Lead me with your cliche's,
And let a whisper skim your lips...
We gather stones never knowing what they'll mean...
The banshee's wail, the siren's song,
Two creatures of the otherworld, so strong...
District-Less
Governor Gerry...
Beloved Nation
About respect...
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...
Running out of things to do
What can come so true...
Your crazy
I’m crazier...
The air around fought back to keep me trapped by...
Where no holy beings found consolation to lighten...