I Am A Sorcerer Alakazam taunting the hearts till blood Drips at intervals, begetting a flood That gulps and sweeps iota of courage Into the dam of dread; brooding by age. Hearts in confetti hanging on wish wall, Hyper sensitive dehydrated galls. Incantations weilded by severed tongues, Nectar of vexations with pleasant touch, Hearts luredContinueContinue reading “I Am A Sorcerer”
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The Long Necked; Straight Shoe
Day 7, neighboring the month 7, The sky changed her cloak till they were 7. At 7, on that day 7, Mother cried, shouted, times like 7. Then the infant with lips bellicosing, Smiled 7, till doctor spanked, and cried in 7 rhythms. At age 7, his muse led him in 7 paths: Music, drawing,ContinueContinue reading “The Long Necked; Straight Shoe”
Ancestral Trail 