Monthly Archives: November 2011

Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and…I am sick.

Burrow–bring a pick axe if you have to. Just find a way to my heart.

Your sphere celestial, Canis Minor orbital, mine simply reflects.

Admitted voyeurs, we lurk in shadows while they pelvic-thrust keyboards.

It shoves a stone–its trademark–down your throat {choke} and into your stomach.

It wakes you from sleep mid-night just to let you feel its devouring teeth.

Somewhere between a smile and a stare, an echoed whisper: “God is good.”