So Many Times

Ah so many times, So many times did this practice bring no practice but remains practical. No trivial soft images necessary for imagery We are all but imagery within ourselves, “Copies of Copies” as that book once said. Writing creates monsters, for better or worse. That monster, is audience, fans, and fiends. Fiends and leeches,Continue reading “So Many Times”

A Mantra, Just Another Page in Your Book

This is not a night for sleep, This is a night for rebellion, no toxic city grace halls shall light on the dollar shall wring our treat true. Another page,  turned and torn. A fragment of it’s former thought and in complete rhyme. Destined be the word, The sentence and line, sweet language. Ah, language,Continue reading “A Mantra, Just Another Page in Your Book”