Farewell, welfare; the mighty dinosaur ( Read more... )

The intoxicating fragrance, the perfume that rises from your skin like dew in morning's sun may cloud my willingness to be sure, but it cannot cloud the judgment that makes me sure. I know he's been here, within these walls, beneath this skin, inside your blood. He is the doorman of your deep dreams, the colour on the canvas of your frenzied fancy ( Read more... )

Candle in the window, dim against this world of lies ( Read more... )

Rope-Rope was frozen outside the door to his more-than-humble abode. He could hear a concise metallic snapping from within, and, after listening for what seemed a Deep Cave hour, an acidic chuckle congealing in his ill-named living room. Something was waiting for him, and it sounded as if it were slowly shearing his possessions. To add one more ( Read more... )

He kept his ashes on a tray ( Read more... )

She slipped into the night like cold hands through damp hair ( Read more... )

The child in my head begs once more to hear the story ( Read more... )

I cannot listen, when I slept
I never suffered, never wept
Until your voice like frost crept
Through to my deepest den
A thought of greatness to intercept
My thoughts of greater men

My luggage in my hand, you said
This world is forsaken, dead
If never light is to be shed
And beauty never fought for
My knuckles whitened, but instead
My luggage hit the floor

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Frozen in the space between
The planet and the sun
The atom and electron
The zero and the one
The Binary code remains unseen
The cycles Time has spun
Are for me to correct, gone
Like a bullet from a gun
I pray to no deity
All I have is a hero
Who lurks a millionth of a degree
Above Absolute Zero

Graphing out the space between
My lips and your ears
The sound ( Read more... )

Your Christmas card hangs alone on my string
It hung there last summer, will hang there next spring
It says we’ll meet again, and the angels will sing
Merry Christmas
The department stores parade their flashy fling
With virtue, for on Saturnalia we bring
Servants the garb of the recognized king
Merry Christmas

I lost my heart outside, and so shall retreat
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