Book Description

A copy of my written work. Its a short collection of poems, a chapbook. Scarlet Angel ass bare to me and almost the world bends over.

I place a jewel encrusted skull on her lower back, one similar to how Catholic saints ought to be recognized. As we play a game of in and outs, her pearls slide east to west while her eyes reflect a glace of bright light of a nearby chandelier.

Its almost if her eyes capture a certain shade of the ocean and with her pearls and siren tanassity she completely submerges me in her. Oh pardon me, where are my manners? I go by nick nack or properly when I'm pissed off, nick nack patty wack give a dog a bone.

Scarlet is also to be addressed as pumpkin, but only on special occasions.