new poems
how is it that i am torn in two there's nothing i can offer alas now who then was your pimp this i need to say how you reached inside my heart frozen lies a frosted love makes war not love i am broke on what i crave the most — now that the stakes have fallen so my ill made knight so even now on that battlefield thus when my due's defeat or in what respect were you then treated ill — is this what we become while love is what i squandered see the pain upon these eyes do i slander them
so hard it is where now have the many legions gone and leaving me so my mind abides by captivating you
i was told i am a deep and profound sea my words like fire shall i remain your epitaph to make alas my child why oh why are you persecuting me — like a cankerous growth — as my light reflects off you
what makes you romans all clowns are all alike and as a fool you are dead yaldaboath
the simple case of dr shy and mr pride mr pink explained (away) the little book crosswords a profound meeting here be dragons the special cake dr shy falls down the hole so... there's a hole in the ground a cup of tears something says something
the bathtub dr shy writes a letter in the garden
the (frozen) viðrar re-enactment society