Reciprocating Dangling Appendages



When a Male Drops his Drawers


Ah Ha! Yes SiStar When Males pants are down because it takes more than an appendage to be a real Man, Dangling Wriggling Worthless Creepy Cylinders of every length and width Cycling from womb to womb seeking caves to deposit seedling Treasures. 

Drifting Stingray pollinators

Dangling Participles in need of a phrase. Sea Snakes shredding skins daily, dipping into Lady ponds Shooting torpedoes into bulls-eye targets.  Snorkeling sea serpents never coming up for air.  Languorous Leaping Lampreys Dipping and Diving into uncharted waters


Searching for wanting empty chambers reciprocating Opening internal-combustion engines, firing pistons, pumping, compressing brain cells for greed.  Igniting formerly rusting cob webbed abandoned caves into Turreted Gabled Victorian mansions


When Males pants are down wriggles and writhes moans and groans jump about like a tasty worm on the end of a sharp hook.


Ready to hook and reel in that unsuspecting woman in with charm, grace and a few slick lines. She letting her guard down chomps on the poisonous bait only to be hooked by the Snake!!
















Theda The Bohemian Brahman



Theda The Bohemian Brahman


Theda The Blasphemer


Adorned with a garland of scented skulls

Kick up your heels doing the Charleston

Red Lips, Big Saucer Eyes. white Knickers against Bronzed Sepia skin.


The Shrine of Broken Wings resides in Zanzibar 


Beside each set of wings lie broken dreams

She smells like Angst with just a Touch of Madness 

Engaged in strange Tribal Muttering Customs

She being an Exploded Being 

Blame it on the Bossa Nova 

He was just a DC Slacker who made his fortunes on the backs of many a Lonely Lioness. He from the money tribe pulled up in Rosalie’s Red Roadster.  Gigolo no shame.

Charming Witty Evil Court Jester

His only Desire– That Spicy Honeydew Goodness Betwixt Her Lower Limbs.

At Climax She bit Her Lips so forcibly that Crimson Claret Fountained Her Face.

His constant refrain, “I wanted to go to Rosemary but they took me to a shrew.

After The Apocalypse Bouncing strange Voicing to Zed Beats and Bouncy Zombie Boys.

Ladies Have a care in getting too close a neighborhood lest you risk being impaled upon their prickly porcupine spiky spears.







She seeking seed for the future.  He milking her teats for temporary sustenance.   He can only offer transient subsistence.  A Male dispenser of convoluted Fairey knots that has entrapped many a Fine Minx both pliable and stone.  He a Chemist/Alienist of Ye Olde Pheromone Chemistry Shoppe


He a Supplier of Bodily Satisfaction for he seeks no soul to reach for he leaves as soon as he is done…….  Leaving her behind in an Archaic Thatched Cottage where no one had thought to change the calendar in 18 years.


I Put a Spell on You



In the End there will be No Flowers or Pinwheels on Her Graves













Reoccurrent Songs Jumble Over and Over

Half of My Heart is in Havana 



Skeleton Dance 



Bat Dance | Prince 



















Silence | The Daily Post


The Evergreens, Brooklyn, NY

The of the silence of the Graveyard.

A place we will all be some day.

The End of the Body we once knew then the beginning of a New Adventure in Paradise.

Reunion with family members.

I Love Cemeteries and Graveyards. One of the few places to Enjoy Silence, Peace and Isolation.


The Silence of the Necropolis.