Naked Alien
It’s hard to be a naked alien when you glow as much as I do constant velocity and friction in a grinding vortex, wheel under a cosmic lid of limitation…
A Selection of Poems From Mason Cult
Vortex Vortex theatre of life spinning to the lords of adaptions in creative vibrations, my friend whispered to me there’s a strong breeze upon the morrow and the river snakes…
Among Twisted Thorns
The psychopathic consciousness, excellence of the lie without consciousness, the lovers left. Never knew of the lies told in a new story, in a conquest found for last desired. In…
For Mother
For all mothers. She died not long ago a shining light, a face as sculpture in a track of life upon a belt of stars, on par with life streams.…
Six Deep One Sin & I Put a Lid On
Six deep, one sin a minute, then out we go not conscious of any imminence optimism is the best ghost story, in your worst dream saving lives in intermittent waking…