Our Bandit, my baby My old baby Muzzle gray Eye milky Fatty tumors on his tummy Often sore, he doesn’t like to be touched On his belly Ears Feet He sleeps under blankets – always has He sleeps with us – always has He sleeps…

Your suffering is my happiness, with the pain in your lies, and the tears in your eyes, yet I continue to despise you. Though this may be true, with nothing you can do, I will continue the same path, you will see my wrath. Not…

he beat the child thinking that tomorrow it would return to its old self, brand-new, a shiny scratch-free Teflon pan ready for the fire;   that the child’s smile would reappear like the daily sunrise, or a tape rewound constantly, gurgling out goose after Mother…

Slow dying sorrow slips over me, slow as sun in evening… slightly lowers my listless stare. Capturing my heavy eyes, heaving as I kneel, on that frozen lake by a frozen town where the dust drifts, deterring a detached zodiac. Wandering stars can only dream…

Good morning, my master; I am your new servant. Be honest, how much land did I conquer in life? Treasure island must be on the distant oceans Soft moonlight shines as we ride towards Babylon After hours, master, you must live on for me.

After hours the soft moonlight slips along the crack of the doors, the windows are illuminated like the back of a movie theater screen, and the witches step out, throw themselves from rooftops on broomsticks. Some lay low, preferring not to cast a silhouette on…

With a smile, I greet them every day Whether I’m happy or sad Or grieving or mad.   With a smile, I want them to feel safe And warm and loved.   With a smile, I teach them to touch the soft moonlight with their…

Thousands upon thousands of you Swimming silver tornados around me I can’t count you but I can eat you I’m just a big dumb beast to you Slow and slumbering, floating by There for you to taunt and tease and poke and play. I’m bored…

a good morning starts off with a bang no, not a gunshot but your legs might end up over your head bang cross a few hills, play around in a valley, searching for treasure island be honest, wouldn’t you like a nice bang followed by…

Rolling over in the early day And there you are You look so young In this good morning hour Takes me back to our first meeting So young and naive To be honest I never thought we’d make it to today Yet here we are…