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…

Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…

Liar. My half-track eyes, Spy; A Liar. A mind swept clear,

This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,

I am Victory, within; You. A balance of all things Pleasant, And antagonistic to Dopamine pure… We Conjure; Then Conquer. Our symbiotic Love-Hate fate,

She told me not to say it, that to… So I’ve addressed it here in writ… After having slipped my tongue She seemed to listen for a moment If only, to make it clear

my heart is beating and for this i am thankful i can breathe i can breathe! my heart is beating

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.

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

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

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

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

Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.

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

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....