“Onion Cries”
WARNING: a DARK poem, disturbing theme...

In a game of monopoly, where the vast majority
Are scheming, screaming, b! tching for perfection...

Suicide Lullaby
The drum’s beat thumps...

Confused and bitter
The world has turned around...

On her own as the wind blows
A melody in the breeze...

(Him.)
Cuts on the knees of independencies child...

I breathed in a breath
And walked up to the gate...

Faceless Fan
The silhouette, loudly buzzing...

Christmas Season is in the air
I can smell the mistletoe...

Escorted into the underworld by Anubis
Roped and bound with burly flaxen twine...

It’s a mystery
Why a teardrop spills salty relief...

Delicious patterns of candy pink
And the breeze that flutters calmly...