Woods are frightening fucked up places of extreme mystery Like the dark sinister catacombs of my wife's mind And the addictive bite of her poisonous loins The forest reels me in like a cod fish hooked like a skid row heroin addict The Boiler City tabloids branded me a killer A love slave to the... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: The Woods Outside the Boiler City Limits
Chilled beneath the shadow of the massive gloomy furnace factory building I trudge through the imperious woods Busting up broken branches disturbing decaying, dirty leaves Strange sounds molest my itchy ears A bug buzzes into my fleshy cheek A razor blade cut Blood Legends aren't real right? Ivy Stromer Black Magic Necromancer of Boiler City... Continue Reading →
