The Cactus

The cactus seems the ideal lover; It asks so little, bears a lot. Adorable with colours, ripe with fruit though dry and hot. The cactus says to love it making promises divine, but those who choose to hug it get a face full of its spines. The cactus is not evil, this is merely what ...

Whom

This one is about you, at least.

Just East of Here

Most will live and die here, helpless in a hopeless place.

A Quick Visit

I wonder, I woe. A 'worker', a hoe. Carnal, asunder; Farming and plunder. I rest, she listens– Arrest us, forbidden! Some laughter, some lips, A transaction: a tip. So human, yet fake. So few men will take a second to hear her; just sex and a mirror.

Hands

Choke. Choke. Choke.

Momma’s Boy

You will never be beside me for a fraction of what my mother has been.

Flashy

What seething hatred I feel when I see that thing show up.

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