God wears wrath and the devil can match The product of two and their sum removed One Clear Path One must love the hallowed brilliance of a cigarette Cold and wet Dead and yet… Black and white A touch of gray under each eye No, never know what And I know why Willingly into fire […]

Ratchet’s Dream Diary – December 31, 2007 I am straddling Glenn Close. She is radiant, wrapped in a white sarong that caresses her body and flows out over the bed to infinity. Her hair, a pile of tousled blond curls, seems to glow in the darkness that surrounds us. I stand, my legs on either […]