• Despondant Hour

    Parched, choked and bled,
    Dragged and deserted,
    On bitter terrain,
    Sketched into red,... more »

  • Mummy-Long-Legs

    Her black legs stretch,
    As reaching threads.
    She is the spindle mans heaven,
    Wretched writhing sweet thing.... more »

  • One About Curtains

    The curtains disturb me,
    They are drawn, but for a peeping gap,
    Worked down into a folded bulge,
    Wrapped over, with a shape of suggestion.... more »

  • Poem 1

    Seeing flame,
    Exalts inside,
    A million knives,
    A thousand hearts,... more »