A one handed gift giver; full of e… Could take the tender of a trust t… and make millions. Bury this trust in a mound of pers… and call it a wash in a handshake…

~ 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.

Death by dreaming; bedim my eyes It crept in scrawl, skin and all The thoughts in tandem; tantrum, w… Upon the “waking”, with words expl…

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....

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…

You are the catalyst of my purpose… an invader of freewill; A welcome trader, in everything I…

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

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.

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

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...

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,

Thoughts unravel This road I travel The end I cannot see In turn and twist My mind splits

My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors

Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.