(2014)
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....
I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say
Show me; Tell me. Or is this a matter of being seen, with the coming on of a little anx… Just show me;
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.
A Clock I draw from, with no surplus of Time. I must reconcile the fact, that until now; I’ve been in full black and white.
The sun rises quietly, and in soft… it paints. In this dayglow vibrancy, with ima… it reaches out. Waking those in need of light, cal…
You are the catalyst of my purpose… an invader of freewill; A welcome trader, in everything I…
Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value
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…
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
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
The look of shame, stress; Hunger and fear, I resist the urge to free a tear. All I’ve preyed, caged; Gathered and spilled...
I feel a surge creeping up behind… or maybe from inside me; So surprise me. I can only take so much, before I crack a smile sweet;
Here comes the beggar! With an Eden to share? My god whats the point!? When the commonality is despair? I know there is a reckoning to com…
~ 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.