Poem -

Witching Saints

Witching Saints

A witch’s cauldron once a saintly mother’s love offering.

Isn’t it funny how life likes to burn us down or watch us drown?
 

Like 1 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Poem -

Conversation I Wish to Have

Conversation I Wish to Have

“Why don’t you date often?”

“Well, I suppose it’s because I am afraid that I will give my all and...

Poem -

Paradoxical People

Paradoxical People

How do you do it?
How do you write?

Remember when you were young, when the days were as old...

Poem -

Red Rum

Red Rum

Poison was a fine wine coming from your hands.

Here I am, on the cusp of making history with liar...

Latest poems in Freestyle, Speculative

Poem -

DEVASTATION STRIKES

DEVASTATION STRIKES

The People who have a lot to say...

What will they look like tomorrow on their own big screen?...

Poem -

OLD SCHOOL FUN

OLD SCHOOL FUN

Those were the Days...

Those were the times...

If we could Dance on the Ceiling...

...

Poem -

Selective Justice

Selective Justice

Once again
I find my perplexed
incarcerated ass
on the receiving end
of a...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com