I wore my blue pantaloon long well before noon I threw out my old bassoon into the trash for the racoon I could still see the moon it rang in tune to the soundtrack of Dune I lost that spoon the one recieved back in June it was inscribed with a rune to prevent food …
Crust brushed in oil, so pristine Langoustine Sauce spread across the whole thing Langoustine A light layer of cheddar I fling Langoustine Mushrooms cut into wings Langoustine Mozerella, fingertips crumbling Langoustine Two handfuls of olives scattering Langoustine Finally, the star performer, headlining Langoustine Small, pink and curling Langoustine One last mozz, shroom, olive topping Langoustine …
Coffee jolts my bones my caffiene soaked muscles shake with Alenxader’s conquering ambition my sparking soul zips and zaps in the tesla coil of my ribcage My double pedal heart flares in my bass drum chest. I am the everlasting God’s universe birthing power. I can collapse the sun I can mold galaxies with my …
There is frost on my window. Just the one half of it. Why only half? How does it form its shapes? Those thin, jagged lines, trailing down the glass, like stitches, cut across with their spiky sides. Do they know I smiled at them? Do they know why? Do I even know why? What was …
Around my bed the demons float “Give us your soul and you’ll get a really cool bowl. All sorts of colors, heats up with a minute. It’s big enough, you can live in it.” To their offer, oh so tempting, oh so sly, I give my thought out and ruminated reply; “Trade life itself for …