Poetry is a perennial stream
a poet swims and swims...
The world is vast
and the mind infinitely, so...
The fire never waits
for any consent...
Walking insane
Inside a hurricane that has no name...
Alley cats howling...sensing fear
hackles up, evil is near...
Mind is what who knows?
it often goes as insipid...
Incomplete
The door creaked...
Turn yours eyes to better men
And wonder is no one left...
I'm running
In the street...
Chock full of lunacy,
being offered up to the...
There is no point in Russian Roulette
Why shoot myself? If I'm already dead...
Poets are like poets
possessed by a crony muse...