In the beginning, was a hole, And the hole was without sound the sound was without a beat, the beat was without melody. And there were no words to the music.   Then a voice was heard: Let there be a dance. and let the…

Let us go then, you and I, Yellow smoke that chokes, “Do I dare?” and “Do I dare?”

Dear Death,  How have you been? it’s been a while have you come to collect some souls? It’s not my time yet… but, while you’re still here… Join me for a strong coffee I imagine your work must be killing – no pun intended ….

Is it really your pleasure? To drop chicken and waffle fries into a fryer? Extra sauce please. Your pleasure? I’m no one special, just a fast food buyer. But the words come with such ease. It is my pleasure! As if this sandwich is meant…

Art is theft It steals time It steals sanity It steals clarity It steals health It steals wealth It steals breath Art is life It fills the time spent doing nothing It gives voice to the deep secrets inside It pulls out our darkest parts…

He’s a little magik boy known to fiction and real world joy millions love his special gift many enrobe themselves and lift their wands in unison, a rift and instantly the world’s adrift   Uttering lyrical rhythmic words swish and flick may sound absurd but…

If blue bonnets I happen to see or armadillos, lizards in trees and country music moves the knees I know in Texas I must be.   And now upon a triangular tower surrounded by art for the eyes to devour and mourning our lady –…

The timid man, he comes alive when alcohol he does imbibe   he acts in haste and quickly mocks becomes a growling, yelling cock   whatever is bugging him bursts out like bees from hive within   if you’re his enemy, beware the spit-stained words…

Nineteen eighty-four Living without fear or brakes Life was a blur then.   No memories stuck You must be conscious for that Not so much fun now   Hard to make a life When even your name escapes Time to slow it down.

Dirty pretty things, madam. the poestess’ “Top spot”   Madam, in Eden I’m Adam. Now Eve, we’re here.  We’ve won. wow- Hey Anna, Take a bite. refer, mom moon seen at noon eye for an eye, maybe a boob?   level – under radar Naomi,…