What was that Dream Virginia Carraway Stark What was that dream I woke up from That left me so soft and sad? What sorrow woke me From what shores of golden slumber To troubled waves of darkened distress? How glad I am to have that…

Sexy Zebra Virginia Carraway Stark Laying like a sexy zebra I didn’t get no sleep I was thinking heavy thoughts About love and sex and death and life And all those other things That keep us zebras up at night I wasn’t able to close…

Wouda VCS Do you know the Wouda’s? They live most any place They can be both good or evil A pleasure or a disgrace Under the sea they creep like starfish On land they hide A secretive race Do you know the Wouda? You may…

Authentic VCS Authentic in my pain Authentic in my joy Authentic in my love It scares the evil away When you pour your heart out Every word The anguish in your voice Your love in your eyes The delight of a birch bud Glowing on…

Something New VCS Darkened hallways Turn darker still The last lights of what was Are dimmed and gone The wind has stopped Rustling the leaves Only evil beasts still caper Through the bowers of the trees What is What was It is no more I…

He Ain’t No Nice Guy VCS They called him insane, the man of pain They called him lame Some just said, ‘You ain’t no nice guy’ But none of that was true, it was just an angle of the sun beaming off a diamond He…

The Words are Marching VCS I wrote a hundred thousand words I tossed them in the air I wrote them in a coma I wrote them on the stare I tried to keep the words down With chicken soup and ginger ale But gypsy curses…

Spitballs and Evergreens VCS Wrapped in torn remnants Of papers With names and places Most of which mean nothing to me They have stuck to me Like spitballs Cast by naughty children Sitting bored At the back of math class Immobilizing me Pumping me full…

Asmodeus VCS He sat alone Under the heat of a thousand suns Under the desert Where he had been thrown Hunched with his arms Hugging his warty, broken legs He had turned to stone Buried under dunes of sand from the long, long ago There…

6h Pencils VCS Hard etched lines Sketched cruelly by a clan of reckless hands Caring about each cut millimeter tearing through the fleshy layers of pressed pulp page and the work of art under the 6h pencils razor lead blades Threatening to tear the page…