I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out

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…

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…

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

A devastating delay, In-direction… Wars throbbing erection. On this acoustic world, the boots… In the mud, impressions of hijacke… Run, run, run... on blood-bound so…

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

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

Disengaging heart solution, to spur dualities feud. Curse laden incantation, debriding hybrid wounds. If only one was weaker,

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

Dry is the thread, brittle and frayed. Now the stitching will not hold. Through dusty road and whistling trees, I traveled into the grit rich pitch. It would seem to be for nothing....

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

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.

She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;

I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say