Note: The poetry and writing on this website is evil and deceptive. Reading it will lead to confusion and contradictions in the mind. I will write a book that displays how the Anti-Logos worked so thoroughly through my poetry
Horseradish that extinguishes noses forms a tepid wrath that freezes us.
Blazing roofs cry foul at us
as we don our most garish hats.
Hardened by battles with ants
are the children with dirty shoes.
Likened to a pony ride
is the blazing path to adulthood
Dimly aware of stark terror,
the mausoleum chews softly.
Hormones rage in newspapers
that promise nothing new.
Taking away ginger from children
are the parents without hope or reason.