Comments about Conrad Reeder
I Wear My Heart
I wear my heart between my legs.
It’s purple in a thousand ways.
A fruitfulness that boileth over,
In fields of green and four-leaf clover.
It’s plucked and plucked and plucked again,
And tossed about into the wind
Unraveled like a worthless shroud,
by skillful hands adept and proud.
My pieces lost in places far,
And so a wanderer, I start -
I journey here, I journey there,
search high and low, and in the air.
I sail on the River Chthonic -
Shadows creep round Monsters Conic,
The Bough I carry clears the way.
Hark! I hear them! – ...