Thoughts unravel This road I travel The end I cannot see In turn and twist My mind splits
These words left unsaid, keep our… and everyone one of them scored, r… ~ The time spent without your care… and reciting a psalm out of tune; gained it’s value the moment you l…
~ 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.
A letter written with love not to be mistaken for a love lett… Could all at once, once read end my affair with love. I could at a moments notice write…
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…
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,
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,
I was talking with myself a little… When promptly did I learn, that t… And having finally found out, once… —He was without a doubt making no… Until I thought, in that moment I…
Stray from tender infusion, 'cause docile doesn’t work. Embrace the fasting revolution, and prowl, where gluttony lurks. Survival of the fittest,
Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter
We are, by no means; Dazzling, or that flawless strong… Of which our diamond-shine species… Could and thus should, Long to be.
In the grace of a Holy Church bel… Chiming hungry latent tune We grew impatient for it’s death k… Muted ringing now entombed. Under guise and shrouded intellect
...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
This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,
I am hearing the words, those word… “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki… —I would rather don the tattered c… Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut… A ragged layer upon pure awareness…