These words left unsaid, keep our… and everyone one of them scored, r… ~ The time spent without your care… and reciting a psalm out of tune; gained it’s value the moment you l…

Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.

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

to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell

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

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

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

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…

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

Thoughts unravel This road I travel The end I cannot see In turn and twist My mind splits

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.

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

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

Now is the time to let go. For so long I have been selfish. Rarely attending to anyone, other than myself and my son. If you don’t take care of yourself…

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…