To Hell In A Handcart
The Warrior of Poetry says we are all going to hell in a handcart, is that what you feel. Is it all for real this madness you feel, raise your…
More Poems From The Poetic Warrior
Life How Did I Get Here Life closing down so we can be remodeled, no descent, no words, just sour faces. But some people must pay and they will happiness…
Boc Hondo Saves a Short Story.
Boc Hondo had one month to tell the chosen ones for the gathering to go to planet Vixor, first, he must pay a visit to the Himalayan mountains he would…
Laying Down
Laying down in the midnight late summer in a Christ-like pose I stare up directly I’m already going dizzy with vastness. It sort of whirls around my head, some particles…
As the Bard Sayeth Poems Yet M’re Poems f’r Thee
Beware Beware the cosmic torture, the microwave air with not a breath to spare. Brains fuddled and cooking slowly, humans are changing. Not a breeze to be seen nor felt…