Metaphorics

Spidery webs across the page I look up and you are gone again A ball of light is all that remains Save the light of a conductors baton all is darkness without pattern That ball of light leaving lightning streaks used to illustrate our metaphorics writing in the language of gods we wept together against

Haiku #772

If all is forlorn, And lost; they’ll wipe out the world And leave you to rot

I Fucking Hate You

I fucking hate you. You self-deceiving, self-serving, denial spreading, blind spot ridden excuse for a whore. Man.