Where now brown tadpoles? Swimming in your stinking tidal pool of woe - darkened sperm that’s spent upon the thirsty ground, offal of your parents’ froggy lust - while wildly you try to fly beyond your watered womb, to sprout your legs to leap into the waiting woods, but still you lie in all your … Continue reading Where Now, Brown Tadpoles?
Somber sways the oaken sea
It always starts with the whispers. Voiceless premonitions - indications - intuitions - that something is bubbling up from the cesspool of the mind. That I'm about to fall down. Down.. Down... Into the shit. Sometimes the pool swirls in silent rage. Breaths quicken, limbs twitch, thoughts run and yell and scream. A possession of … Continue reading Cesspool of Dreams