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…
When the caffeine turns to cigarettes and Meth-amphe… And the Amphetamines turn to Cocaine sex and Heroin dr… And the PCP, and years of LSD
to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell
I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say
These Bleeding Cracks upon my Fa… Split and Crawl as they Retrace Tears Draining from my Eyes Broken; Gazing in Disgrace.
Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.
I cannot find favor In loves growth chaperoned I have no detector No pocket ace No perfect way
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.
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....
Note the Look Mark, the Time The Thief; the Crook Charades in pantomime With little Hands passing
My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors
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…
Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists
I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out
~ 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…