Zeo-man

Red-skinned he comes On the eve Of that very special birthday With seven-foot boxes To shadow that tree. A lump of coal Is given to all who will not look Beyond the idols, The lights and tinsel On the tree. And on that day When not one more Christmas Is to come, They will drop their coal in the fire Down below.

The night was very dark and bitterly cold - Just a little warmer inside. Looking out I wondered if the night Was as hungry as me Before it devoured the light. All light could not satisfy The aching void within me. Steak, a 10 ounce rib eye - Tender, juicy and glistening, Meaty scents rising high, Making my mouth water Almost as much as my eyes, In happiness to witness such majesty Awesome in weight and size To be my stomach’s evening prize - That might do the trick. A young waitress approaches hastily, The giant plate she extends (Oh, the size it must be!) Her lips move as it descends. Spoken words were not heard. All senses were entr

What do you do up there When you are on my mind? It feels like you tickle the neurons With a feather Or maybe your long golden hair. It makes me smile From cheek to cheek. My face wrinkles so much I resemble a happy pug.

For freedom, I do this. Sinking the shovel Into the earth, Pushing it deeper With my foot, Breaking the surface And lifting the dirt, Watching the soil Spill over and fall Back into place. The earth is now ready to receive My unwanted treasure. Falling to my knees, I take the knife from my pocket. My hand shakes And my heart pounds. I inhale, Filling my lungs with the courage to do this. I exhale and strike it through My Skin. It feels... strangely warm. I sever every cord That binds us, And tear you From my chest. I grip the putrid lump, Still spewing poison Upon my face From its broken arms. Before I release

Teeth snapping, Locking, Grinding, lips Pushing, Pressing, nose Flaring, Rising, brow Slamming, Creasing, eyes Narrowing, intensely Burning a passage through the skull For words to flow As the ears are not Listening. You stand tall – A high horse – With your blinkers on And your hooves set In the only track your blinkers Let you see. Flick those ears to the side, Lower the crest, Remove your blinkers and see There are many tracks Printed with many hooves, And all are of equal passage. With a sharp whip of the tail You stun a cleg on your haunch And walk on, Believing that the grass is greener On your

We come close To share our first kiss, Our lips touch And I ascend Into utter bliss. I soar like an eagle Soaking in the golden day, I lend you my hand And you step up Onto our cloud to stay. You lie in my arms Resting against a cherry blossom tree To the sound of beautiful birdsong With soft pink petals on us, And you on me. But then we break off, Our lips part, And our cloud tears in two And the ferocious ball of fire Spits and sparks fire And ignites our clouds Forming a vicious inferno And clouds of ash. Just then, two hands grab my ankles. They are two cold, dry, hard hands And I've felt their grip before. They