DEAD SNAKES

Lake of Fire It’s not the beach. It’s a lake of fire, if it's there. That lake we  heard about  in  Sunday School, ...

A Synthetic Blossom of Peace                            My burnt lips are quite reluctant still I make room for a heart-soothing smile...

beat cold rain reclaims worn tire tracks of piss-yellow cabs pointed cross town by gypsy hacks--insomniacs from new york--new jerse...

Bookends   One end of the dusty shelf held upright by a solid sculpture of readings, the other a vase of dotted flowers, clearl...

                         Seasons We sat on a bench near the river I listened as you spoke of what you dreamed when...

Peeking into darkness I am the darkness you refuse to acknowledge for fear of what lies within. I am the monster you hide from in your delu...

Max’s When the student nurses kicked us out I tucked my white shirt collar in a bright yellow crew-neck jersey. Clarkie clocked...

"Swans" The birds greet me here, their necks outstretched in love But I hate them so These swans, elegant always, wh...

City Of Cities At a corner curled is a robust thief in city of cities beside a mall in city of cities. Fictive city, city of imaginat...

This is where we began This is the town and this is the car These are the words you said to me once This is the place my father ...