Maybe is humor
Who
Laughs now.
...
Her flawless curvatures
is price enough to gaze
in amazement.
...
Was on a night as this
Papa carve me a new heart
knife would carve meticulously
emancipating to atmosphere
...
Is there a muse in thee house of shame
ov kinder spirited fire
long-lockets ov black hair
breasted armors for chest
...
O' Macbeth
My sweet Macbeth
have thou gone the great passage?
...
Wearing these shredded garments of happiness,
I journey into the abyss.
Dragging each step to suffer more-
Learning to sustain my final burn.
...
Subdue by the seat of obsession
I travel by chauffeur car.
Ever so often viewing the sites through glossy eyes,
colors change and in all the shapes i see her face...
...