My mother was a bunny
My father was the moon
I spontaneously generated
From a dryer lint cocoon
Raised in mushroom forests
Books my only mates
The scent of tv static is
Nostalgia that sedates
In a world of monstrous creatures
None will bring me fear
They belong to writ creations
And I their puppeteer
About the Creator
Amos Glade
Welcome to Pteetneet City & my World of Weird. Here you'll find stories of the bizarre, horror, & magic realism as well as a steaming pile of poetry. Thank you for reading.
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