Urban mall jungle.
Shoppers prowl for deals, fangs bared,
credit cards dripping.
Thrill of the kill
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Urban mall jungle.
Shoppers prowl for deals, fangs bared,
credit cards dripping.
“She hurt my daughter,
so I wanted to hurt her.
Can’t you understand?“
Viriconium,
Gormenghast, Majipoor. Dark
journeys. Twisted dreams.
White has many shades.
Shadow blue, sunlit gold, grey
of approaching storm.
On weigh-in day I’d
inhale helium if it
would make me lighter.
Small delicate word
studies of a larger life
viewed by an artist.
Inertia roosting
inside me like a hen un-
willing to lay eggs.
Summer’s sizzle leaves
me cold. Instead, winter’s white
embrace warms my heart.
Gently falling stars,
nature’s sand slipping through the
hourglass of winter.
Some men hug, but G
envelopes, holds tight, then gives
back more than he takes.