I give you salt in this cave
this cavernous body of ours
...
Where did that tune
Come from? An inner organ
Composing 'Clair de Lune, '
'La Mer, ' tales of the sea
...
I know the lovers' moan
For I too have moaned, a lover, too;
Then, the bell tolls for you.
And the foghorn, somewhere, groans.
...
The door closed
On her
As she fiddles with the
Hunting knife
...
White and powdery are our
Faces, as they draw near one another,
Sticking out sticky tongues
Covered with dead flies.
...
My cloying succubus drives me
Mad, cursing the world I have made,
That world of seemingly endless woe
And pain. The bodlerized gemstones
...
If I climbed any higher
I would become a cloud.
Thunder & lightning embraced me
Like a lost child. I cried out loud.
...
The giant hissing cockroaches
And centipedes long as your arm
Will be here
Due to global warming.
...
Nature is the cruelest thing,
Bringing dead flowers to a cemetary,
And sneezing as a ghost passes through.
I spent the night reading Keats
...
I took the overgrown trail
leading down to black water,
but I did not know what to do;
I am no woodsman;
...