When a Trickle Becomes

When a trickle becomes
A roar
And you no longer hear
The laughter
And you no longer court
Disaster
But eagerly seek
Not that which came before but
The here and after
Seek also
A friend amongst the
Wolves
Which run and howl
An ally or one who can
Comprehend
Your sorrow, loss and pain
Squinting look straight
At the sun
And with those wolves now run
Do not hesitate or falter
Until and only when
The roar becomes
A trickle

The Poster for my Imaginary Jazz Band.

A Wise Person...

A wise person told me to find love
You must first really love yourself
So I jerked off three times back to back
Now we play the waiting game

Don't Let Go

You got snakes
They crawl down around your earlobes and neck
They hiss and make biting dance moves
Whensoever I try an'
Get too close
My arms are covered in stings an' venom
You got fangs too and they
Sometimes press deep
Impress against my flesh and or
Skin cells
Those of my
Person
And I like my person
Your forked tongue too is
Lashing
And I wish you'd clench me
Less and less
Tightly
I wish you'd unhinge your claws
As they bite too and make my
Mind shut tight
But your eyes they hypnotize
Your eyes they mystify and
Mesmerize
Even though your teeth claws
Causes some
Degrees
Discomfort
And my red red blood cells
Are becoming too the
Difficult
To replace
Even though
Don't let go
Please
Don't
Let go

Epirus

Winning her heart

Defined quite nicely

The meaning of

Pyrrhic victory

Oh Epirus how I can

Relate

Crab-like Through the Wasteland

I get my kicks by
Throwing bricks
Into the shop windows
Of your mind
I use sly tricks to
Catch your eye
Looking slick
And dancing sideways
Crab-like
Through
The wasteland
That is your soul
It is you however child
With control
Your body is an oasis
And perfect flawless
As is your mouth and your eyes
These which I dance through
Crab-like
To find the
Wasteland
Of your soul
The winds of which
Nothing
May withstand