(2013)
The look of shame, stress; Hunger and fear, I resist the urge to free a tear. All I’ve preyed, caged; Gathered and spilled...
to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell
I cannot find favor In loves growth chaperoned I have no detector No pocket ace No perfect way
Thoughts unravel This road I travel The end I cannot see In turn and twist My mind splits
I am hearing the words, those word… “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki… —I would rather don the tattered c… Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut… A ragged layer upon pure awareness…
These Bleeding Cracks upon my Fa… Split and Crawl as they Retrace Tears Draining from my Eyes Broken; Gazing in Disgrace.
~ 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.
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;
...and now my halo’s gripping To clumps of drying mud So precious His dirt and water I panged for sex with blood Knowing the Law; I broke it
My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors
Here comes the beggar! With an Eden to share? My god whats the point!? When the commonality is despair? I know there is a reckoning to com…
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
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,
Anna Sleaze is diseased. Like Typhoid Mary, and fucked with ease. Always with a “Please!” And a “MORE, MORE!, MORE!!”
Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value