i am a silent king
a closet cult leader
and the skeletons in there
were my followers
devoted to death
taking their last breath
keeping the wrinkles
out of my clothes
-JG
i am a silent king
a closet cult leader
and the skeletons in there
were my followers
devoted to death
taking their last breath
keeping the wrinkles
out of my clothes
-JG
i am as a bee
longing for nectar
gifted to me
offered to me before
by her peachy blossom
i fly to and fro
erratically searching for her scent
and there it is
once again
the call
her fragrance
hell bent
on her ambrosial ecstasy
-JG
wonderful women
in a variety of forms
these respectful and beautiful
creatures will always have my
homage
-JG