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

Have you seen it?
Did you trust in it?
A road to take me Home, free this
I’ve been in the holes left behind
Her eyes I shut now in the intere

She told me not to say it, that to
So I’ve addressed it here in writ
After having slipped my tongue
She seemed to listen for a moment
If only, to make it clear

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;

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

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

~ 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

In this time of need, feeling inco
and relying on unfolded dreams
questioning every last belief
buried in the deepest of seam
is a book I have yet twice to read

I can burn a page or two,
forget a name with the thought of
Ignore the need, the pleas,
but this thing I cannot do.
I want to bring it to you,

When I was just a kid
No more than thirteen
Decidedly I grabbed
A nightmares dream
With contemporary belief

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

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

On this day.
—On your marks...
get stressed...
GO!
The daylight relay has arose!

Oral sex and cigarettes,
in threadbare kindled corsets.
Trading laces in a red lit bizarre
you mend your teddy with rusty wir
Are your goods morning market fres

~ 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.

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

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

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

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 it is again,
the time searched for and found;
when the curls unwind,
and the moment stands brief;
“To all time”.

The bulletproofing fucking failed!
I’m left now to face a face,
of nothing more than brittle shale
Content with my reflection,
I gaze at what you abhor.

That was our Morning
Long ago, in love
Almost total
Almost perfect
So it’s there I stay

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.

These words left unsaid, keep our
and everyone one of them scored, r
~ The time spent without your care
and reciting a psalm out of tune;
gained it’s value the moment you l

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

Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin
It’s on it’s way; on the return.
That openness you shared with me;
Has been searing a brand,
On every thought I have of you.

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

Drag me down to the river,
to wash these stains away.
On it’s banks I cry,
and drown the pain of yesterday.

A marching band that radiates no v
A parade celebrating ancient whisp
Time in procession lifts the weigh
This 'All Together’ gathering
like a billion sparks thrown at on

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

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

I want to see the poppy rise, bloo
and be sacrificed
I want to make love to the liar, s
and multiply the wounds
I wish to strip her, degrade her

I turn out my Flesh,
To turn on my Spirit;
The needs that come and go.
A Turnstile counting;
She’ll know it when she feels it,

Liar.
My half-track eyes,
Spy;
A Liar.
A mind swept clear,

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

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