Lovecraft Baby


Sickly bodies produce the sickest lines

a yahoo from back east, evilly divine

or is that divinely evil, he ain’t no gent

he’s an agoraphobic shaman from Providence


His pen is his savior and his door to the world, an

unwell magician of the tentacle horde, he rots in a

prison of his own design

a New England master or monster divine.