A Moment In Los Angeles |
Sometimes I look at the moon while the sun is still out. Everything seems to move slowly, pain I do not fear. It's wet without raining; dead leaves fall from the sky. Long ago there was a dream that s...
Posted by Stig on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 10:59:00 PST |
Sleep or food? |
Adjusting the nightcap atop his peeling red skullSatan takes a well deserved yawn beside his brass bedAmassing up the souls over many years has grown dullHe ponders out loud "Maybe I'll take up macram...
Posted by Stig on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 12:51:00 PST |
Sometimes a glance is too much |
I was trying to get things done when the devil came knocking at my door. He banged for a while, but he should know that I don't answer anymore. The anxiety of time went by and I needed to take things ...
Posted by Stig on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 06:03:00 PST |
Crimson Deep |
The tightness of my throat wasn't a good match for my dizzy head and nauseated stomach, and the foul funk of the room only added to my queasiness. My hands were drenched in blood from a murder I did n...
Posted by Stig on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 12:34:00 PST |
The past moves fast |
The stream runs quickly throughout the skeletons of the scattered trees. A broken damn without a purpose waits down the bend with its cracked mouth making way to the open river.Darting out of the wate...
Posted by Stig on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 01:57:00 PST |
Once blue once ice once twice |
My time is wasted telling time but my clock it runs so slowIf only I could have more time yesterday would never knowThe squeals of silence are bothersome vibrating through my soulDetermination I have ...
Posted by Stig on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 10:50:00 PST |
Satan and his slippers did it to me again |
The devil took my soul but what am I to do. I tried running after it, fell and lost my shoe. He can't hide forever, one day he will be found. Then I'll kick his butt and rub his nose in the ground. Un...
Posted by Stig on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 01:07:00 PST |
Frost melting eyes |
The air was filled with sugarMy feet were covered in snowEyelids had felt so heavyI took a breath just for youEdges of the street were blackMy thoughts spun, as I said noIce covered windows hurt my ea...
Posted by Stig on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 02:19:00 PST |
I thought I was wearing pants |
Some of my pants are at homeSome pants are worn by a gnomeSome of my pants are too tightSome of my pants I don't likeSome of my pants are too bigSome pants I look like a twigSome of my pants have weir...
Posted by Stig on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 10:26:00 PST |
Waxing away but concerned |
I have candle wax all over my duffel bag and my memory is a liar. At least that is what I thought when I first discovered the hardened mess plastered across my one time black bag. Then I started looki...
Posted by Stig on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 03:20:00 PST |
