Arnie Clay : Writing

tears asunder.

tears asunder.

A Poem by Arnie Clay


My love, you never wished to see me cry;You have stated that for so many years.But, oh, when the time comes for you to die,I shall sadly paint your ..
skinwalker.

skinwalker.

A Poem by Arnie Clay


When I wake up in the morningCan I be someone else?Can I forget this life of mine?And can I forget myself?At least just for a little whileCan I feel..
the taste of saliva.

the taste of saliva.

A Poem by Arnie Clay


I’m feeling sick again, but not in my heart. My heart is actually fine.Amazingly. My heart has been bled out, hung out, and dried out, One too..
a-frame.

a-frame.

A Poem by Arnie Clay


she’s in love with a-frame housesthe leprechauns sit in the cornerof her brain as if sitting on heriris-porch is a sin and the demonshide in t..

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