Hard floor, harsh light, naked body.
Cold ‘is’ the absence of heat and as such is a type of sub-condition. A little can feel nice on a humid, summer day and a lot can...
Of this height.
Is he true
Or am I
The circus carcass remnants bright
wheeling pendants of mysticism
the clear night light.
Drowning druids with skepticism.
Deity druids draw strength and paint
it upon the...
I'm sitting in my bath.
Edna sat here with Ophelia and you.
And I sit here with Sylvia.
Born from here and baptized here and returned to here.
As if this were our birthright.
Taylor the Torn Turnip transforms terrible teaspoons of taken tears to tools for tapering tall.
Take time to think of Taylor the Torn Turnip's abili-T.
Coveted role glistens
And in a tidy, suburban corner
To the poor, misunderstood, self envious victim.
Wails and trails of tears supply
I'm jealous of everything.
Mutant manifestations turn my eye green.
I wish I was he.
I wish I was she who now wishes to be me.
And speaking of green-
Check out the other side of that...