We shall be naked and innocent as babes who never grow up

And the night shall open up to us, suckling us upon her bosom

For is not poetry the milk of life, and are we not already brothers

and sisters brought forth from the same earthly womb…


Let me introduce myself


I am The Poet Scanlon and I am eternal, poetry courses through my veins

It strains to burst through the strings that tie my soul to this earth

Cut free, float with my mind into the outer dominions

Come dream with me, let go of your previous held opinions

And tonight we shall live without consequence or

rational thought of tomorrow mornings reality


So let us now become intimate

And I shall sing to you the songs of my soul…