Why do you tolerate
the loony collaborations...

I walked the pathway,
of my destiny in a dream...

Majestic heart of a giants rage
black icy stares, drenched in volcanic tears...

A hint of cheap cologne wafted
along my bony spine...

I embrace wisps of frigid cold in winter,
for I am alive...

My nature's salad
Is sweet Johnny Smith's...

Igor is dashing
eager to find a mate...

She whispers tears
within her lines...

Walking barefoot, my mother moon stands by,
guiding a cotton whisper slowly...

Dusting snow angels
retreat with a fallen pine...

I see the sun differently
now that darkness has passed...

Earthy damnation
upon sprinkled fantasy...