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

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

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.

My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors

In this time of need, feeling inco… and relying on unfolded dreams questioning every last belief buried in the deepest of seam is a book I have yet twice to read…

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

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

Look beyond these words And address the in-between Here lies a rest assured With conscience squeaky clean When you gave me your shelter

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...

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…

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

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;

We are almost there... Of aged Spirit; Of ripe cycles returning home to e… Made from quilted wounds, and soon… A Curtain Calling Us Home.

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…