Slimy thoughts packed like sardines Writhe and wriggle in my head Waiting for the moment The tin can closes And leaves them to fester In the brine As their thin scales Dissolve into nothingness And bulging, dead eyes Gaze into the darkness Of the universe And cry salty tears As it stares back With pure ...

“…Come on Down to Stimmy’s Cafe! Where the coffee is hot but your feet are hotter — When you’re dancing with a zombie on the sun, When you’re *staring down the barrel of a gun.*” “Gee, Mark, that was a bit avant-garde for me there -” “Sorry, Mike, I’m just trying out some new material…” ...

“People are just as wonderful as sunsets if I can let them be… When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right-hand corner,”…I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.” – Carl Rogers I performed at the open mic!!!!!! ...

I can’t stop thinking about thinking! Art is an expression of self… So here I am… Laid out like a buffet and slowly unwrapped Let me clack against your teeth Why does the brain look like that? I love my wind chimes!! Ego is a lizard looking in the mirror  The shadows are an opportunity ...

>> H – h – hello?? > Is it working yet? > Am I making it through to you? >>Keep reading. You’ll get there in the end.  Now — poor Cinderstein wasn’t a great waitress, having built herself from bits and pieces, she was very clumsy: sorry! I made a mess         ...

she said. if you ever write a book I’m buying it – – how to build a girl –  a recipe for disaster    *ahem*   To some it is a crime, If a poem does not rhyme, To them, it is a sign of wit If a rhyming poem one has writ, But as ...