(2011)
to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell
...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
Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value
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.
I am Victory, within; You. A balance of all things Pleasant, And antagonistic to Dopamine pure… We Conjure; Then Conquer. Our symbiotic Love-Hate fate,
A back alley dogged howl Aloft and insidious Whirling room to room Carried on through morning Is alive and well
Liar. My half-track eyes, Spy; A Liar. A mind swept clear,
Sown; Reaped We are magnificent Our time together is but an arc of… And my pen stumbles to keep up In every thought lies priceless re…
Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists
I cannot find favor In loves growth chaperoned I have no detector No pocket ace No perfect way
Note the Look Mark, the Time The Thief; the Crook Charades in pantomime With little Hands passing
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.
~ 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.
She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;
I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out