I looked in the mirror And saw one of those people Who have the Skulls Of Saints, Mouthing the words… Read more The Face In the Mirror
All is still here heading toward the bottom An unknown undertaker brings out an orange and yellow pall. Life is… Read more The Past Must Die
I’ve found the perfect room With doors and windows Leading through time and space. A prominent picture Of the Virgin… Read more Enter My Room Please
The artist sees a massive block of stone With an infinite number of statues imprisoned in it Of which only… Read more Pressure
The Pearly Queen, on Friday nights, Stands by her apple carts. As passers by walk down the road She shows… Read more How Do You Like Them Apples?
Have you seen Argyle Lake? I passed it by often in my youth On my way to St. John the… Read more Argyle Lake
I don’t like Their superstitious Old wives’ tales Of water Or of supposed Mother Earth. The Earth is Just… Read more The Mundane