old habits never die
they give them to newer nuns
after some mending

old habits never die
they just get lost
within the coverup

It's been a week now.
Old wounds scab over again.
Hope she's happy now.

The plane did not crash.
It flew into granite clouds.
Just got disappeared.

Sheena, the world sucks.
When your only true love leaves,
and your nickname sucks.

Ronin, I think
we might both be lesbians?
I love naked chicks.

Throwing rocks at tanks.
Almost in the Jetson's age.
Can't they do better?

having a bad day
zombies want to eat my brains
yep halloween sucks

It imitates life
Twentieth Century Fox
Makes me feel ugly

.wait...umm, er...okay
.maybe i am a bit harsh
the world is theirs, too

homos are for pricks
who have lost their sense of being
neither here nor there

........cacophonical
luscious sounds come to my ear
......tranquilizing moi

.ahh...women, who can ever
hope to configure them all:
.....unreachable stars!

.."neither good Nor bad"
that was what i meant to say
....satisfied, monsieur

the same words spoken
at the same time eyes meet spark
and the world stands still

tongue tracing contours
slides so slowly saliva
creates chilling paths

mountian silhouette
backlit by pale morning sun
valley rests in black

poisoned lesbians
thrash about kicking up dust
frenchy is watching

cold world spins through space
the pin light stars do little
to illuminate it

wind whips her wet hair
against pink cheeks and red lips
swollen, strangely warm

mO'mama even

mamama, how's tricks?
you glow like you been on vac.
no, whoops, that's poison

frenchy, gotta laugh
no wonder he liked our stuff
he thought- lesbians!

crafted from torment
the shield around my heart is
radioactive

thin sleet on the wind
as it whines in off the sea
i shiver, walk on.

whoops, forgot my name
as if anybody cared
the world is so cold

ash:

radio active
can you sing? bad pun, i know
karaoke sucks

Ronin, I wonder
Maybe you are a homo?
not disappointed??

I grab all the stars
I grind them into dust and
run around the sun

i could pick you up
and make a meal of your heart
if i wanted to

ronin my lad
you don't have to be sober
to die from your words

the candle dancing
we lie tangled together
and laugh about fate

she breathes in his ear
make me surrender own me
so i can love you

the girl is crying
as she stands in the doorway
overcome with fear

heaved back or huddled
her shoulders translate for her
save me from my sins

Giant needs comfort
The big Sumo must get up
Too fat for my lap

his touch on her back
so familiar, her skin knows
the scars he carries

fog condensing on
a strand of hair forms a tear
grieving summers lost

hickory nut hulls lay
abandoned in perfect thirds
amidst mulch slick leaves

....damn you frenchy dude
i thought you was a nice girl
...what kind of name's that

the storm brings the wind
.to blow the superficial
.not that which is true

....order is superb
.but only to an extent
it takes life off life

.....to strike a balance
may be one's pragmatic goal
.and, thus, gain full life

.....chaos and order
both faces of the same coin
...neither good or bad

...a world without light
but as light is part of day
....so is darkness, too

....comprehend not
the state of depravity
to which i just plunged

so guy as I thought
you ARE an alien
no anal probes please