This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,

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,

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

When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.

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

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

We are almost there... Of aged Spirit; Of ripe cycles returning home to e… Made from quilted wounds, and soon… A Curtain Calling Us Home.

Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…

Drive the dirtied splinter. Lay it straight; direct, and deep into her face. No ending.

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.

to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell

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 I gather up the last count of my own scattered teeth. past present ovation for the failure of some cosmic sheath. of softened rain promised or the discord of confusions tone the mo...