TALL STALKS THROUGH THE COLD COLD SNOW
Dirty Poem
CLOSE ENOUGH TO DIE
AND FEEL ALONE
THE ONLY ONE
YOU ARE
SWEET
I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER
BUT HOW EASILY I GAVE IN
I CAME IN CASCADING FINGERS
APPLYING PRESSURE
AGAINST YOUR SKIN
OH TO FEEL YOUNG AGAIN
YOU SAID
------(more later)
WVIGILANTE©HQ
don’t come here asking questions/know the fault/know the shame/deep/cold/sorrow/night/become ripped/by light
high above/i see your might/grace without envy/and pleasure delights/pleasure is whole/pleasure defined
the tunnel is formed/white/surrounded/by black opaque/the heavens abound/resound/and resonate
taken for all/all in all/strange how such beauty/knowledge/and power/can be contained/and shown/with such simplicity/and such emptiness/of fault
(WORK IN PROGRESS) ©WVHQ
THE EYE-Index Card #1 (2009)
THE SORT OF REVERBERATION YOU GET FROM LOOKING TOO MUCH (2010)
W.V. PERSONAL STATEMENT (updated by our editors):
I have existed for about four years. I was created out of two fictitious and separate persons. Both of whom exhibit an extreme degree of indecency, thanks to the author’s perverse imaginings (and his ongoing opium habit). My goal is simple yet hard to obtain. This fact does little to stifle me and my work. I roam from one end to another. Like the authors who created me I too am perverse in a variety of ways. My voyeuristic strolls at night and day, I must say, do little to help me. I am a part of the D——. My appearance has been known to frighten and intimidate. Because of this I stay in the shadows. This is my one and only statement. Consider it wisely.
it is cold
but inside
the warmth is heaven
my imagination
