Sweetest SoundMy shrill roars of “Pull!”Rivals that of Ares whenDiscuses let rip.Their disintegration byMy gun is the sweetest sound.
Why Not Me?It should have been me,I can see it in your eyes; sheDoesn’t know of us.You’ve always pictured me asYour bride, I hope you wise up.
Vacant MindHe’s quite not all there;The light bulb remains unusedAfter two decades.His favourite pastime consistsOf burning buildings and towns.
Have A TasteIf songs are morselsMy head will implode from sweetOrgasmic delight.I’ll gladly indulge, stuff bothEars with bass, rhythm and soul.
Furry Hitch HikerCruising along theClear freeway, hitting forty,Freedom’s my compass.What caused me to stop and stareIs a hitchhiking black bear.
Even In DeathIt seems like good oldYesterday you, my sweet boy,Gurgled in your cot.Now as you lay here silentAnd cold, you’re serene in death.
Clumsy FootingI’m no dancing queen,I have no rhythm at all,Frequently tripping.Clear the dance floor pronto orI’ll tackle you down with me.
Absurdity DefinedMy mind glows like aBeacon in peaceful twilight,Transferring ideas.I rather be known for myWeirdness than being so bland.
Realms Of Creative InfluenceWith a turn of theFirst page I find myself draggedInto a new world.Characters begin to live,Instruments of destiny.