Curative Tongue

What’s this I have here?

Prose drenched in stimulation?

Speak on, Sonnetist! 

Not a Haiku… Just Some Words 

 I can’t see your face anymore.

Just your eyes.

They always looked right through me…Through everyone.

Flowers for Johnny


John “Fucking” Flowers!
Now, that’s what a man should be!!
Genius and jail bound.

Haiku From the Pulpit

Words and actions meet,
Where integrity is strong.
Practice what you preach