Ticking Crocodiles

Time’s a bird In dreamland: where Clouds obscure absurdity- Know nothing of the sour air, the Insipidity that is reality; Neverland, behind closed eyes, is closer, Green grass grows there, and I heard Clocks tick slower, even stop; Raunchy pirates flaunt their swords; Ostentatious fairies sprinkle wonder; Crocodiles chase the cowards Over, through, around your …

Split Pea Soup

Brother and I were hunting fairies and Catching colds in the winter air From staying out too late trying to snatch   Shooting stars with our tongues and Making wishes on falling flakes of snow. Dreaming of days when Mom’s voice,   Breathing miasma into our fairyland of snow, Wouldn’t beckon us inside to sit …