Tasmanian Devil Poems

Pups, imps, joeys, wiggling tailed marsupials, hunting in parties of five.
Deadly facial cancer has killed lots of us, it’s a wonder I am still alive.
I screech when I eat, carrion, my utmost favorite food, road kill.
My aggression insured me at...Read More

Come here Beautiful,
Allow me to take my time and admire your bodacious body 
Or should better yet what I see in front of me
Is one of God’s finest pieces of art 
Relax and unwind, don’t be shy
Because tonight I have...Read More

I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went searching to find myself. 
I heard the...Read More

turbulent dark wind...
tasmanian devil cloud...
rotating descends…



2-13-17...Read More

They had gathered at a spooky castle,
The moon was full and bright,
Located on the Scottish moor
The party started late at night.

The werewolf was there 
With his hair done out with gell,
Lochy arrived in his scale-mobile,
His green outfit looked so swell.

Vampires...Read More

I travelled into my thoughts
To somewhere I've never been
The horrors that awaited me
Took me to our human extreme

I cried when I looked through
The windows of our past
And marvelled at what she gave us
I was left in total aghast

In the year...Read More

The New Ocean House, back in sixty-eight,
Worked as a busboy, left that night late.
A very dark night, dark of the moon.
Might have been May, may have been June.

I climbed on my bike, started its thunder.
Sped off wildly, like I was...Read More