You should worry, Babe; I am coming. I’m on my way; On the Return. That openness you shared with me,

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

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...

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.

She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;

Have you seen it? Did you trust in it? A road to take me Home, free this… I’ve been in the holes left behind… Her eyes I shut now in the intere…

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

to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell

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.

A letter written with love not to be mistaken for a love lett… Could all at once, once read end my affair with love. I could at a moments notice write…

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....

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

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…

I had a revelation. I just can’t remember what it was. But I’m almost sure it was lewd,… What can I do? To bring it up might disgrace you.

Are you my glories bride? in the moments when I breathe with… A laugh a piece to bribe the doubt… Will you lie a little, kiss my hand and give the signal?