A Few Words on Orchids

In the mines, you live forever. Or so I thought. But you only live as long as you do IRL.

An army which rushes through the valley and yet has no general. Water sweeps lotus petals and bilge unending to deep and ancient seas...

I wish at last they'd fill my veins with silicone. That way they'd pull back the skin to a coral reef of rubber wire, uncounted capi...

There's the angel of death on my lover's breath, An exotic glint, and the spark of Seth. There's a smoking wreath come from...

Nibbling Stilton Just for the protein-- Counting on quarters, And praying for protean Numbers on every Teller receipt. Smells lik...

This is not the farmer's house That we hid in through the night. Perhaps it was, but no one lives here now.

Monday: routinely the weekday in question fills me with loathing and foul indigestion. But not every Monday is fit for evasion-- espe...