The words arrivechurningswirlingtrippingcaught in her gale’s gripbattering me, stinging…
She pulls me from my bedsheetsTo scribe the words she insistscannot wait. Needs must!In her praise I obey.
I wish I knewThe shades of my beingStripped off pretensionsIn shreds, by someone.
Oh dear muse god!Where have you beenIt’s been eons since I havemet you face to faceSince I have written a joyful accountof despair and doomor…
Thoughts rain downhalf-baked, ephemeral;I raise a hand, slowlyfighting against gravity — to hold them,to pin them down,to…
I love to hate her but I love to love her moreThe capricious siren cracks the whip, andEnslaved I follow