Monday, June 18, 2012


Merrily and steadily the scorpion twists
On your flat belly and oh-so milky breasts.
The scorpion means no harm to you
His love is gentle, his wants are few.
His time was now, his time was near
Why did you whack him out of fear?
He was the one but you wanted another too
Now you parade around with a scorpion new.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

A Child's Poem

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
An eye for your eye will make you forever blind
Remember the sermon the next time
You dare look into my eye with your eye.

Dedicated to the female protagonist of the short stories 'Fallen Roses' and 'Bed Of Sorrows', click here and here to refresh your memory.

Remember, I can write much more. Don't force my hand.