I Once Saw a Man With the Face of a Wasp

I once saw a man, with the head of god, The voice of god. Fire in his eyes, eyes of god. Power in his tongue, tongue of god. The face of a wasp, This he owned well. The thump of speakers behind his head, A powerful sensation. Our very delight. The words in his sermon … Continue reading I Once Saw a Man With the Face of a Wasp

This Soul Is A Bloodsucking Girl From Kansas

This soul is a fickle thing, An inferior picture eaten by fungus, Cooking at the bottom of a shoebox. This soul is a bloodsucking girl from Kansas, With halitosis and a knack for spoon-feeding. It is a steady itch. It will outlive you, of this I am sure. There is a pattern to this madness. … Continue reading This Soul Is A Bloodsucking Girl From Kansas