Ode to the Star-Nosed Mole

It’s all good, you know, in this tin can in the sky. They might feed you a funky croissant Or an orange juice. They might tell you wh...

What do I understand? asked the eyes The stripes on old gentlemen’s ties The steam wisps that drift up from pies The gauzy pink cloud...

Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet " $ ! " she screamed, spider legs sprouting like black candelabras from the jellies of her bl...

Strange and Strange met at the Strange Pool with a lunchbox full of Strange Sandwiches. “These will make us feel Stranger than Strange,” ...

Levi in jeans with a revolver Shows us where the black trumpets grow We put them in our jeans, in our night-pockets. You know 666 f...

“Hello, little boy! I have many dried plants But the problem is I need them in these sacks The sacks are small and velvet With embroi...

The bloodthirsty mistletoe nutcracker tinsel wolf He lives inside of your brain He wants to  eat  your brain You should get him out You wil...