Poems from Otto Lovegood

If the world was my classroom And I, the lesson bard, to a young girl- I would take her first, into the forests And let Nature play her...
When the floor creaksThe night wind speaksThe drip, drip, drop of the faucet leaksThe mouse squeaksThe tolling, tolling, clock bell Tones...
A mask Through which our silent judging eyes Peer though the haze and hatred all the time On blank screens. Reflect the beast inside He's...
In ones and zeros rampant 'cross the screenIn worlds askew concentric 'round this life-we hold- their choices ours to pick and preen.Their...