(2011)
Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.
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;
You are the catalyst of my purpose… an invader of freewill; A welcome trader, in everything I…
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
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…
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…
She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;
When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.
Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.
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 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,
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…
Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.
I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say