Les Petites Morts vs Les Grande Peurs

In a society where nip slips and partial brief nudity
Are more taboo than drones dropping bombs in Syria

Solvitur Ambulando

This is my journey
To this goddamn place
I pace just behind the edge
Or at least what’s left of me
This, my purgatory
My paradox
My gathering
My reckoning

Word Salad

Dressing up for a date beginning, middle and final examinations, midterms, midwifery, DNA tests I flunked the last one I took, yep still a big Y on the, Marc! Set! Grow! a pair of aces beats my queens, and kings and guillotines sluiced deer entrails are offal but make bloody omens beware the ides ofContinue reading “Word Salad”