Eggs and Fridge





























Bone - Juice

The rattling of teeth,
As the drop goes in,
Moistening the genes,
Victory to those who win.

Night Wish

I whirl around,

Like a spiral,

Until disintegrating, dissipating, dissolving,

Into nothing at all.

Answers

We throw into the lake of nothing,

A question like a stone,

The ripples are Gods answer,

There is always an answer.

Spell

You were never born,

Nature did not touch,

Or lay you bare,

As a winged prayer,

It could not dare.

The Lady Stealing

The foliage seems lighter,

As she travels down my street,

Nimbly fingering the blossoms,

With her black gloves,

In the night.