Runaway (on the path less travelled)
I. Many a mind’s I:Where do the clouds go,and why does the sun rise? Who has pricked their fingeron the spindle,spinning their yarnsabout the purpose of their days? All within […]
The mind of a man with a bad woman
I used to see the world as stage,personalities as layers thick with rouge,aesthetic pleasing or designed to disguststory arcs that hold the lines that snakefrom the mouths of predators into […]
Another Falling Star
All masters desire their slaves.All slaves desire to be masters.Love around the mulberry bush,They circle round the clock,time ticking away at their heelsClick clock click upon the tired stage:These are […]
Oracular Intelligence 