Raised up like curds on Calvary I ponder on the time machine.... How much would Hitler pay For the journals of Trinity? Maybe I would lend Rasputin

to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell

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,

If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;

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

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 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…

My memory bank leaves me filthy ri… even in that often thought of ditc… Loved ones so terrified of the sid… imagine me all dirty, choked, and… My tender

I can burn a page or two, forget a name with the thought of… Ignore the need, the pleas, but this thing I cannot do. I want to bring it to you,

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

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

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

I feel a surge creeping up behind… or maybe from inside me; So surprise me. I can only take so much, before I crack a smile sweet;

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.