I’ve never heard
“Abysmal darkness”
Used to describe
A freckle before.

Rusty Kitchen Knives

A thrifty blade
That’s what she used
He felt it walking the plank and plundering
She had penetrated him                                      
Role reversal we call it
Anguish, but sometimes it felt good
Kind of like the clap
Her eyes piratical                                                
She twisted the blade
His soul blank
Empty
Some now say he’s heartless.                               

 

Dreams of dandelions and silicone…

A wild thought for the weary mind… We are all a part of one big something; this “something,” as it is called connects all of us, making it impossible to completely alienate anyone. Hookers, dopers, killers, rapers, fuckers, bastards, psychos, bitches, and even priests are a part of all of us.

Wild thoughts occur to me in the French Alps amongst, snow, greenery, and even a bag of candy.