I sat in my chair, Looking everywhere. Reading line to line, The poetry of time. Missing everyone, Trying out my love, Forgiveness flowing through, My heart breaking out of the cold stone box of life, I thrust like the butterfly, Cold stone flying bare, Like the sin of my hand, Coming out of hell’s sound…

To many darling things in my life happen to be little plastic things with eyes They stare up at my in the dark and when the light goes on they scatter like roaches caught on fire I woke up one night with a plastic He-man sitting on my chest holding his sword He took my…

Headaches are the worse, They sit behind the brain, Forward near the eyes, Am I under some sort of curse?