I wandered the Realm of Green Dragons for seasons, hunted skins for tents and sandals, took a few emerald scales from a sleeping dragon’s swampy cave
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came to one end, one fury
Slip fire no tide was her name
Bind & Kind
Eat up, she said. You’ll need your strength, she said. If you’re bent on entering the astral plane, I can try to help, she said. But remember when I said, she said, we do
Rails
Rails, Rails, Off the Rails, hear her wails–Rails, Rails, she must fail, fall to
purple patch of sea
This purple patch of sea inside your acid soul has got me thinking, the fumes can’t hurt more than bleach does and the beach can’t worship if the starfish fuss but the starfish won’t dance if your sea’s a fanta one and santa’s fee won’t pay interest when the penguins can’t prance but comets comeContinue reading “purple patch of sea”
Some random poems I didn’t know what to do with
supreme pizza is sickeningly soluble in soda so stir slowly, then sip some savagely inside swift straws and slake your satisfying salivation. — Witch on a mop such a precarious affair likely to flop through the nefarious air — your diaper burn hurt the fern terns adjourn in the bird nest and confer the bestContinue reading “Some random poems I didn’t know what to do with”
Seen a Town, Squeaky Suitcase
That squeaky suitcase has seen a town or two, a weary, well-worn traveler accustomed to the roads and rows of all customs; this stuttery suitcase has strolled through a town or ten,
Retribution Comes
There’s a storm in the fire, here, or is it just a cloud that cannot quench the desert’s thirst?
Night Drive
I’ve got phrases for days like the school kids say I’ve got clouds of prey hunting birds of gray and a mighty mouse who can’t come and play since she’s busy lifting cheese for the snowy goats to eat, but Billie’s gone silly in the toboggan head and it’s dark outside so ghosts ride schoolContinue reading “Night Drive”
Tale of Underwater Ghost
Tug of war with the man o’ war one tentacle at a time and maybe you’ll get a ride to a higher plane of existence, or perhaps a deeper one to the shipwrecks and bioluminescent flesh