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

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

When I was just a kid No more than thirteen Decidedly I grabbed A nightmares dream With contemporary belief

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…

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…

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

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…

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

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

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…

to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell

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

In this time of need, feeling inco… and relying on unfolded dreams questioning every last belief buried in the deepest of seam is a book I have yet twice to read…