#395
The Unkindest Cut
The day I cut my finger
Blood flowed like a river of red,
Down from the wounded member
Into the world of dread.
blood
It's by our Blood We Are Connected...
#351
The Cosmic Connection
Like a coursing river
Our blood flows throughout time,
From Eve at the very beginning,
To the hand that nails the rhyme.
We pass on the subtle connection,
No gap in the supple cord
That links each generation:
Give thanks to the ways of the Lord.
Metaphysical mumblings...
#349
The Unbroken Connection
Like an ebbing cosmic ocean
Our blood flows throughout time,
From Eve at the very beginning
To the hand that nails the rhyme.
The Butcher in the Green Room
#308
Murder Most Foul
A Triple Homicide is bad,
A Double's not good either,
Especially when there's lots of blood,
Since someone used a cleaver.
Nature's abundance...
#149
Frollie
The curve of her hip is exquisite,
Flesh and blood and bone:
Each thoughtless arc connecting
Each curve that stands alone.