Vacation

Crickets in the night By the beach in Torchlight are overwhelmed In sound by Monkeys deep inland Stars twinkle They get louder You’re in space Flying through the Black at mach six The sounds and sensations Of that beach follow As you soar with Constellations Drums from the seance Pound Yet the spitfire sound ReachedContinue reading “Vacation”

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Energy of The Minotaur

Energy of The Minotaur The tab gives way easily. The whole can is cold; Condensating. An odor of rocket fuel Seeps into the air When the seal breaks. Gripping it gives way To a vision of cold Bull horns. Tipping it into the mouth Spills into your body A sickly sweet ichor, Like the tasteContinue reading “Energy of The Minotaur”

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