The Day After Christmas

grayscale photo of a rat

Santa On the day after Christmas I'll run all through your housedrinking whiskey with Santachasing after that mouse When we catch him we'll pet him and give him kisses too Then we'll pour some more whiskey and wait naked for you The children won't see me as I'm not here for themBut the lies that [...]

The Devil’s Ode to a Dream

The truth; I do not remember writhing the first and likely the better half of this elegy. Its name comes from the relationship I drew between it and a reoccurring dream I have had for more than a year now. In these dreams I am the devil, and there are many reasons I know I am the devil, but the main one is the control that the “me” in those dreams has over his surroundings.