A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

A Fantazien Window

  • The River of My Life

    The River of My Life

    Merrily, the Lady in White,Did not stop for her death. Death comes at her call;Beyond the precipices and the pieces, Resting at the bottom of a bottle,In the plastic faces of dolls,The static of television sets,And in the council of demons. Death wants only to take life;Separate the body from soul,The poetess from her pen,The Read more

  • The Drunken Goose

    The Drunken Goose

    A drunken boat once sailed to me,Where it did meet a feathered goose.In exchange for wine did she lay,One golden egg for love each day.Love did weigh with time and waste,To allay regret of time’s slow pace,Countrymen versed with daggers drawnThen slit her bloody throat. Laid up and down a sinking sea,Shipwrecked man tomorrow may Read more

  • The Undying Ogre

    The Undying Ogre

    He comes for his bloody name,For the faces he can never show.He likes to collect you like seed,To devour and poison himself,Your wishes go unfulfilled in him. Searching for his death and life,The rebirth of a battered wife.He comes for Penny’s sandcastles –Her sand cannot resist the boot.Teasing Synthia out of her silver linings,To taste Read more

  • The Hunger

    The Hunger

    Remnant pieces in desert dunes, Begging for banishing banquet boons, The hunger and the dusk of wanting, Declinate desires in waning moons, The vapours of a day left hunting. . The road to hell so flat and paved, Chasing the sun as a shadow slaved, Refuse the life postponed and wasted, The sweetest scents of Read more

  • Aspirin

    Aspirin

    She’s taking bets,Before she heads out,What’s up? Going up? Or you coming down,Maybe coming round… To feel the ground… She’s taking bets,And heading out of town, Umbrellas and fellers,An exploding scene, A jerk too clean, Maybe the weather,An angels featherA boson, a post on,The Internet of always,Or legs for daysTime telling upon your face,And gravity’s Read more

  • Walking Out

    Walking Out

    Extending a slick hair hand, He tried to pay you in pomade, And sell you on a half moon, To take your adoring light,Without giving any darkness, Neither compliment nor spark,Hungry fire burning too bright, Saying “put out or be put out ” Stop now. Just stop.. STOP. Pull the needle from this track, Let Read more