WD 163 “Where the Saints Dance”

A musing inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Where the Saints Dance Defiance can be found At the bottom of a glass Or, on concrete After you cut your teeth on the curb  Grating the brain out of your skull like shredded cheese  In the name of the saints  Their eyes are closed butContinue reading “WD 163 “Where the Saints Dance””

Weird Dreams 22 “Worth Dying Once or Twice”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Worth Dying Once or Twice  Apostate of apostasy, an apostasis The kernels all shriveled in the heat of the reaper’s threshing knife, an apostle of apocalypse And they are, and we were- Dust in the wind  All we are is  Water and protein, mixed and muddledContinue reading “Weird Dreams 22 “Worth Dying Once or Twice””