~ 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.

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

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…

The look of shame, stress; Hunger and fear, I resist the urge to free a tear. All I’ve preyed, caged; Gathered and spilled...

Wrecking Ball Breaking Something Testing Me Forget; Forget Hollow Spirit Lie For Your Blood Obsessing

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;

We are all Einstein We are all Gandhi All of us A Jackie O. and Jack K. And in every way

A devastating delay, In-direction… Wars throbbing erection. On this acoustic world, the boots… In the mud, impressions of hijacke… Run, run, run... on blood-bound so…

Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists

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…

She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;

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

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

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,