Kissoon's Loop

Seventy-five, stoned, on the Sunday-night highway. Bright Eyes and Quasi-sentimental taillights, trailing... Go west, go west. You have...

Death stares out from inside of me. My eyes are black beams; heat- and life-seeking missiles. I am the grim reaper. And the Dark Window...

I cut the tree, limb from limb and I think about the line (is there a line?) between life and death. I strip one of the large limbs of its b...

Amidst the scent of lilacs, And a euphoric trilling of birds: Beneath a swirling ceiling fan, I fell into another world Only to dream of...

And so I begin again, surer of my footing: my one path is direct through the hearts of the loving.

The languid haze of two maidens has me lounging in the sun's ray. Golden tones have befallen the tiny space in which I lay: two warmt...

So what if I want you in my life (but have no idea who you are) ? So what if I choose my words so carefully-- but have no idea what they ...