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

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

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,

I want to see the poppy rise, bloo… and be sacrificed I want to make love to the liar, s… and multiply the wounds I wish to strip her, degrade her

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…

Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin… It’s on it’s way; on the return. That openness you shared with me; Has been searing a brand, On every thought I have of you.

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…

A Clock I draw from, with no surplus of Time. I must reconcile the fact, that until now; I’ve been in full black and white.

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...

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

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....

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

The bulletproofing fucking failed! I’m left now to face a face, of nothing more than brittle shale… Content with my reflection, I gaze at what you abhor.