http://slow.writerscafe.org/RamblerGambler The original writings of author A.P.Moore en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106264 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The vultures are circling,No telling when they're stopping,Until the bones are picked dry,All shrivelled and wry,Black feathers, pink skin,It's hard to tell when the truth caves in,They just can't stop, they will take and takeWith no remorse,Their shouts are loud, their voices coarse,Soon their agen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RamblerGambler/1150602/ Steadly stares and squarely,Nor needs to fondle and wheedle Her slave agasp for a kiss,Hers whose horror is hisThat knows that viper womb,Speckled and barred with blackOn its rusty amber scales,In his tomb-The straining, groaning rackOn which he wails-he wails! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RamblerGambler/1145537/ Eyelids lead like heavy,Unsteady hands, sand paper skinUnraveled like fits of flint,The cure in dreams was found, I don’t remember when,I awake sleepless to find my body,Face down, a lake of oil,She leaves me feeling giddy,Through the blood and toil,And my head is feeling heavyWith a thousand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RamblerGambler/1144963/ Eternalimmutable shadow,Inthe black glass pool,Impenetrablefortress, Sacrosanctbetween the lily pads,Loverslie down, divine in the ectoplasm,Withsticky fingers, hairy holes and holy holes,I’mfull of holes, like the leaking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RamblerGambler/1144311/ The stink of skin,The vessel you call home in,Its colour and distain,And the clogging of veins,All bony and thin. Transcend your frail form,Turn from the broken road.Turn, a silhouette of solitude and silence,In this journey .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RamblerGambler/1144306/