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

~ 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.

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

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,

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

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 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,

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

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.

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