to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell

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

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 should worry, Babe; I am coming. I’m on my way; On the Return. That openness you shared with me,

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

Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter

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…

If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;

Anna Sleaze is diseased. Like Typhoid Mary, and fucked with ease. Always with a “Please!” And a “MORE, MORE!, MORE!!”

I turn out my Flesh, To turn on my Spirit; The needs that come and go. A Turnstile counting; She’ll know it when she feels it,

We are, by no means; Dazzling, or that flawless strong… Of which our diamond-shine species… Could and thus should, Long to be.

PUNCTURE-WOMB Creating pretty holes and lovely h… making spaces for stained glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so… my room with a view.

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...

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