Was the spider’s parlor draped with webs when the fly entered? Stupid fly. Even the idiot Tuffet had sense to run.

There’s no valid explanation for her moniker. Perhaps the disaster of her male dress when high collars and long skirts were called for. Or her trek west atop horse, fearless where others were not. Credibility is called into question when alcohol scents female breath. Besides, we…

Being a novice in these matters, I was duped. I took the smile and wink Given over Tuesday tequila To mean love, or something like it. The sweaty romp between Egyptian cotton climaxed With fury and need. The desperate hunger Of a single moment in…

The steady beep, beep, beep proves I’m still alive, in case you were wondering. Every time the line peaks rest assured my heart is performing her duty. Blood is traveling, pumping through this vital organ– in and out, in and out. The only question I…

Watching my goldfish, I wonder about his natural habitat imagine his gold tail swishing in crystal clear water, mouth opening and closing on exotic cuisine not flakes of brown, orange and green. They say a goldfish has a 30 second attention span. Terrifying idea, that….

The world is flat with a fence around the perimeter. Braying, mewling people scramble seeking freedom. But no one can be bothered with the gate.

When feet long to wander the only choice is surrender. Slipping home into my pocket I take to the road, gypsy dreams my map and guide. Stopping only when fancy strikes, sustenance comes in the gifts of nature and man, comfort in a fleeting kindness….

Not all haunted places are houses Memories rattle chains, mistakes pace hallways, regret wails through the night. And the ghosts, they own everything

Leviathan gave birth to iron bars and execution Locke’s order morphing to beast Cruel and unusual the order of the day Gavel cracks on the back of poverty Survival becomes violences screaming isolation, violating dignity demanding obedience Our Lady crawls along pipeline choking on legality…

Slightest flirtation was sordid beginning Pubescent tears welled into self-infliction In order to appease the voice of my affliction Then Death courted me into bed Disguised as solace, relief Like all lovers past, He is a lying bastard Telling secrets, revealing bits I prefer to…