I wrote these poems in the early to mid 2000s.
Beneath the Mask
What's In The Now?
Now one thing I saw
was the barrel of madness
and losing to this gainful fellow
I told him my story
and treasured my glory
and found myself trapped in his ghetto.
He never forgave me
my perilous flight
into mysteries slow and unceasing
but feather the pen
and I'll see him again
and he'll give me a good wholesome beating.