Make Me Feel

You have what it takes to make me feel. Good. But what will it take for you to reveal My nasty secret.¬† More than a mouthful. It will take too long to tell. But can you survive the tension, As this energy swells? Surrender is your best bet; In the Proving Grounds Of The Sacred […]


I have enjoyed pleasures In the highest degree, Been served well, the elixir of peace. I have known treasures As secret as the sea, To say their presence is obvious, but their wholeness, A mystery. And never-ending, no.¬†That’s the difference. Between what we feel, and what we see.  


Teacher. Guardian. Friend. Two black-beaten eyes were unfit for your Dirty Butter skin. With you, I match. With you, I make good sense… And resonate against the backdrop of reality With a sound that is harmonious with, and lasting in Nature’s Opera. You did magic in me. And you don’t even remember the one sacrifice […]


Passion, meet Mattress. Face down. Blackness. That’s everything now. Massive. The gavel that pounds Against my dome, with a crashing sound. Musical. A one-track mind. Beautiful. That lost place in time. Memory, please, do dare to leave. Memory. Please, could you be so kind?


This world is full Of ropes, chains, and bindings. It’s dense, with hollow caves, and tunnels winding… These trails lead to a shining mass Of gold-plated mole patties, Ripe for the mining. These skies are ovrweighed by the mechanical belays Of countless Salamander contractors, grappling and tethering clouds, In the business of stripping away any […]


Waking up, I see slumped Over my dresser, a man-sized and man-shaped lump of clay. And with morning-time’s virgin eyes, I try to make sense of… what seems to be a crude, grotesque face. I begin to sit up, as the figure lets itself roll from the low dresser, And collapse to the floor, exhaling […]


Mmm… Would you believe this? I guess you could say I’m doing pretty well, if my biggest problem is deciding which color of robe to wear to my private backporch smoke session. But oh no, the Thunderbird chick permanently perched on my shoulder has decided to remind me That there is a chemical concoction in […]

El Chiste

The joke of the Era Will likely go untold. And when the punchline comes to me, I’m not very likely to laugh. The joke of the Era will be a cold realization That I am, in fact, the same soul you once believed me to be. That I am exactly who you thought I was. […]