I had a revelation.
I just can’t remember what it was.
But I’m almost sure it was lewd,
What can I do?
To bring it up might disgrace you.

Show me;
Tell me.
Or is this a matter of being seen,
with the coming on of a little anx
Just show me;

Wait a second...
Are you saying the cock rose three

You are the catalyst of my purpose
an invader of freewill;
A welcome trader, in everything I

These Bleeding Cracks upon my Fa
Split and Crawl as they Retrace
Tears Draining from my Eyes
Broken; Gazing in Disgrace.

Stray from tender infusion,
'cause docile doesn’t work.
Embrace the fasting revolution,
and prowl, where gluttony lurks.
Survival of the fittest,

A back alley dogged howl
Aloft and insidious
Whirling room to room
Carried on through morning
Is alive and well

I am hearing the words, those word
“Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki
—I would rather don the tattered c
Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut
A ragged layer upon pure awareness

Here comes the beggar!
With an Eden to share?
My god whats the point!?
When the commonality is despair?
I know there is a reckoning to com

Drive the dirtied splinter.
Lay it straight;
direct,
and deep into her face.
No ending.

We are all Einstein
We are all Gandhi
All of us
A Jackie O. and Jack K.
And in every way

In the grace of a Holy Church bel
Chiming hungry latent tune
We grew impatient for it’s death k
Muted ringing now entombed.
Under guise and shrouded intellect

My heart sees, when my eyes go bli
The dreams of my people
Woven; entwined
Why don’t you take from me?
Wouldn’t you gain from the eating

Anna Sleaze is diseased.
Like Typhoid Mary,
and fucked with ease.
Always with a “Please!”
And a “MORE, MORE!, MORE!!”

...and now my halo’s gripping
To clumps of drying mud
So precious His dirt and water
I panged for sex with blood
Knowing the Law; I broke it

PUNCTURE-WOMB
Creating pretty holes and lovely h
making spaces for stained glass pa
Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so
my room with a view.

A letter written with love
not to be mistaken for a love lett
Could all at once, once read
end my affair with love.
I could at a moments notice write

If I can’t be found,
it is she who knows where I am;
I am her Man.
When I’ve gone too far,
and have left all love behind;

I see you, curbside, sitting in th
Making wishes long lost and age wa
still clinging to a derelict dream
Know that you will save it, and cl
Every score, every abuse, every lo

Raised up like curds on Calvary
I ponder on the time machine....
How much would Hitler pay
For the journals of Trinity?
Maybe I would lend Rasputin

My House; My Castle
Crumbling on cue
As piece, by piece
All comfort; Consumed
My halls; My doors

Tonight, my pillow mimics stone;
My bed, a quarry.
Somewhere inside my mind,
A diamond bit drives;
Ever deeper toward a story.

I feel a surge creeping up behind
or maybe from inside me;
So surprise me.
I can only take so much,
before I crack a smile sweet;

When she comes around;
She will know,
where I’ll be found.
On empty streets,
with dimming light.

Soot
It seems you may have some soot
To gather, to get rid
No other place but on your face
It stays, persists

Wrecking Ball Breaking
Something Testing Me
Forget; Forget
Hollow Spirit Lie
For Your Blood Obsessing

We are, by no means;
Dazzling, or that flawless strong
Of which our diamond-shine species
Could and thus should,
Long to be.

Are you my glories bride?
in the moments when I breathe with
A laugh a piece to bribe the doubt
Will you lie a little,
kiss my hand and give the signal?

Now is the time to let go.
For so long I have been selfish.
Rarely attending to anyone,
other than myself and my son.
If you don’t take care of yourself

~ Every single day, to raise anew
Feelings of empowerment, to be use
Can fall before dusk, to soon to b
Yet act as a manure, to nourish an
This nights killer, called; Sunri

The look of shame, stress;
Hunger and fear,
I resist the urge to free a tear.
All I’ve preyed, caged;
Gathered and spilled...

My memory bank leaves me filthy ri
even in that often thought of ditc
Loved ones so terrified of the sid
imagine me all dirty, choked, and
My tender

My turn.
I believe you when you say it hurt
I’ll shed a tear for making you su
And for when you call me lover.
Then the time will come,

I cannot find favor
In loves growth chaperoned
I have no detector
No pocket ace
No perfect way

~ PUNCTURE-WOMB ~
Creating pretty holes and lovely h
Making spaces for stained~glass pa
Now sunlit, with vistas of red, so
—My Womb with a view.

A one handed gift giver; full of e
Could take the tender of a trust t
and make millions.
Bury this trust in a mound of pers
and call it a wash in a handshake