White noise, his only friendA million miles from anywhere.He surveyed again the binary sun Whose gravity had him snared.
They never saw it coming, the finish line.They called it a Race but never realised it was oneUntil the apparition of that final marker pole
A poem for which the title is apt
We play mad drunk in a shadow lifered flood beneathburn beautyeat
ManipulatingMastication.Your body’s sold onOral Sensation
I think everythingNobody thinks,I desire nothingEverybody desires,I see everything…
Our love is as old as time;Since God’s eye blinked every mote into being.
You are the compass that guides me,My North Star showing me the way home.You are the harbour that protects my…
The Sun rises and I can care no more for dragons;Their lucent scales consigned again to the…
