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.

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

~ Every single day, to raise anew Feelings of empowerment, to be use… Can fall before dusk, to soon to b… Yet act as a manure, to nourish an… This nights killer, called; Sunri…

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

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…

When I was just a kid No more than thirteen Decidedly I grabbed A nightmares dream With contemporary belief

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,

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

The bulletproofing fucking failed! I’m left now to face a face, of nothing more than brittle shale… Content with my reflection, I gaze at what you abhor.

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…

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

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

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