off others’ fear
polluting the atmosphere
like a sideshow of mirrored shrieks
unleashing their own wintered Dorian freaks.
Until a battle-worn body
with a mind
to the catalogues of chaos,
found his newly lost identity
amidst an ancient assassin’s ancestry.
by blue-blooded gold,
reborn of the hunted he preyed
for the revenge, he carried against all those betrayed.
The window stopped being see-thru
when she closed her doors and her aching bones became the doorstop.
The battered ballerina wept with stolen soulful blinded eyes,
stuck in a faceless insanity spin
she searched for salvation
off this merry-go-round’s masquerade of madness. Continue reading “Gas-Station Story”
“Yes, we can do so much in here. I so looove the industrial look of bare brick and metal accentuating those bars. So raw. So real. Yes, I’ll turn this place into an upmarket inner-city paradise that’ll win awards. You’ll see.” Continue reading “Delusional”
I’m seeking a new Olive Oyl to sail a sea of endless sunsets.
Must have personality first & be willing to drive a boat. Continue reading “The Personal Ad”