Since poetry is the food of the senses,

Cart me loads of wholesome flesh,

Beneath the skin and on the...

Pain's Requiem
The Klavasi Poet

Daggers shaped like 1,000 knives
Carving a home for my hollowed heart
Blades sharpening with each roughened force
My...

Film recovered from the ruins of the Jerusalem Engine Repair Company. http://www.youtube.com/user/lordofthegeeks The companion ebook collection, Collateral Damage Report (Selected Treats) is now...

To a Stranger by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
PASSING Stranger!  you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me...

A poem of undying love that perhaps most lovers would like to have, but only few really have, by Don Marquis.  This is one among the selection of  "Poems That Live Forever" by...

The Unknown God

Sound of the singing bird or rustling poplar

shimmering like a tree of mirrors

where sickness or depravity hold sway.

When symbols and...

The woods grow smaller every year. My leaves Fall green and withered. Bitter water stings My shrinking roots. Yet I am Laurel still. I am the tree that one time was a maid, But that was long...

Employing a poem-as-script strategy, “Dying For the Pleasure” is a blackly humorous, kaleidoscopic trip down Memory Lane, the car a metaphor for power, an extension of desire. Once behind the...