Cerebral Hostage…


Alone in a bushel of crabs Opposite directions attract despair Onlookers disappear Once discovered. Like minds don’t always think alike. Troubled. In fear of tomorrow While Hiding from today In the shadows of yesterday. Wounds once healed Scabs peeled backwards Leaving trails of sanguineous doom Through the marshes of clothing Scattered chopped and chunked At … Continue reading Cerebral Hostage…

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Auditory Erections­čĺť


He playin this saxophone Like he know what I need. Encouraging the mood of love In the daytime. Loud, Proud, and Gentle, My ears become ercet with anticipation Of the next riff.. Light on my feet and damn-nere Breathless, I wait. With full intent to know more about THE origin of time in which THIS … Continue reading Auditory Erections­čĺť