previous page
next poem

the writer

Write he shall, scribble, quick,
wrist impaired, his fingers thick.
Letters, words, sentences, wow:
the lot, who, what, where and how.

Will they soon be getting closer?
Shall he be their love composer?
Write he shall, scribble, quick,
wrist impaired, his fingers thick.




previous poem
next poem

boy's head

his boy's head became skull
his skin a
bloodfilled bladder
death creeps into his body
gnawing at
the flesh on his bones

his large, hollow eyes
wander about the room
like a
bewildered child
and all he can
feel is pain

like that he
godforsaken dies
on the cross
without a crown
the sun
keeps shining brightly the earth
vibrates with traffic




previous poem
next page
horrorfestival

Blood squirts,
flesh rots,
slime dribbles,
pain screams,
hell opens.

Mirrors crack,
bells toll,
cats screech,
insects swarm,
dead rise.

The boy licks his lips
over creatures
of the deep,
trolls, vampires,
cunning psycho's
and sex-murderers.

but frightens to death
when my hand barely touches
his knee.