A back alley dogged howl Aloft and insidious Whirling room to room Carried on through morning Is alive and well

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

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

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…

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

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…

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.

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....

~ 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.

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

I cannot find favor In loves growth chaperoned I have no detector No pocket ace No perfect way

I don’t know exactly how this came… but likely began with seed of doub… Or the question of truth, and getting no clue. So I filled in the blanks,

That was our Morning Long ago, in love Almost total Almost perfect So it’s there I stay