HEADLINE: Moving Hand Reveals No Cognition! |
She was an inevitable beauty. Suspect her
Up to no good. When the radio played...
Testicles cupped & discolored. For his &
Herpes towels. Dance to the memory of...
It is a tale often told
Of a garden...
Another sunrise
Over your Wisconsin home...
Once when I was still in school
I heard an off color joke...
Colorful shades of blue flit past avoidant green
and specks of gold flake off upon unkempt, greasy...
Drinking time
In mournful sighs until...
Pages scattered in piles
about the floor...
Mask compassion like
Tears on a spiderweb...
An indifferent ghost
follows me...
I seek only to be known, not understood. |
It is the connection you have with your friend with your mind and heart. Keep that alive and it will never die. |
"Your worst nightmares are my sickest desires." |