I knew an old imp who lived in an egg He hobbled the streets cobbled on a wooden leg. Go, he would, to the corner store. For what, although, he was never quite sure. He would buy bread and tea and cheese. And conveniently forget the pepper which always made him sneeze. Back to his … Continue reading Comforts
Me
i’m an innocent traveling through a guilt ridden world selfishly ignoring my inner feelings and indulgently abusing those of others by M. Perron (Originally written November 22, 1989) Notes: Really, Mario? Thank God my existential crisis period took over from my self-indulgence and over-seriousness. Well, at least I think it has... wink, wink.
Mausoleum
Sitting with my Stephen King collections in my hands. A feeling of terror, like the fighter in “Nona” is paralleled in me. A ghost walked by: Round, white face, sallow eyes, good teeth, and a hunched back On it’s heels he came; the middle-aged man: eyes ravaged with life experiences, but hauntingly expressionless. His clothes, … Continue reading Mausoleum
The New Renaissance Mindset 