Trevor Bushey : Writing

Demon Host

Demon Host

A Poem by Trevor Bushey


I've fettered my heart to your bones.A tryst so ill-fated, I know.Fragility is mutualand anxiety's queues hurt the most.Oh, the most.Indelible memorie..
Privy

Privy

A Poem by Trevor Bushey


Lyrics to a song I've written. I embedded a rough version of the song into the text area. It's in its primordial stage of development. I ought to expa..
A Halcyon Bore

A Halcyon Bore

A Poem by Trevor Bushey


Existential concession.
Ab Imo Pectore (From the Bottom of My Heart)

Ab Imo Pectore (From the Bottom of My Heart)

A Poem by Trevor Bushey


A rather candid look at what constitutes my melancholy psychology.
Placebo

Placebo

A Poem by Trevor Bushey


A countenance who's triste, who's lachrymose, whose fixed epistemology is blitheto what exists despite what makes her writhe appeals to pharmacologist..
Conscience

Conscience

A Poem by Trevor Bushey


My conception of what the conscience is.
Contrition

Contrition

A Poem by Trevor Bushey


Oh, LORD, how I dreadYour clemency. How am Ito atone for sin?
Salome

Salome

A Poem by Trevor Bushey


Sordid Salome,the veils you wearand se'en divestlie on the groundlike macrame.Dances redounda man impressed,but I know, dear,you're quite blase.Panach..