Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists

Oral sex and cigarettes, in threadbare kindled corsets. Trading laces in a red lit bizarre… you mend your teddy with rusty wir… Are your goods morning market fres…

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

Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value

Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.

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,

Disengaging heart solution, to spur dualities feud. Curse laden incantation, debriding hybrid wounds. If only one was weaker,

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

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

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

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,

The look of shame, stress; Hunger and fear, I resist the urge to free a tear. All I’ve preyed, caged; Gathered and spilled...

I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out

~ 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.

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