Plato's Cave

What happens when words and images cohabit the same space?

Tuesday, January 31, 2006


Kindly nature has seen fit,
To blind our mind’s eye to it.
For if we looked it in the face,
‘Twould surely end the human race.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

The Waitress

I must attend this Bill of Fare
But lest you think me unaware
In time I’ll eye her glorious hair
And note her fetching derriére.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

The Bride

I'll put my snowy gown away,
And view it not for many day.
Then nostalgic I’ll reminisce,
How once a virgin yet unkiss’d.
I yearned to be some man’s chattel,
To bear his whelp and tend his cattle.
But if his care prove unrewarding,
Things not unfold as should according,
Reserved have I a means so dire,
That his soul would pray for fire.

Monday, January 02, 2006


BART train coming down the track,
Whoa, a dark man and suspicious pack.
Is it the terrorist whom I dread?
No, sick fear shan't own my head.