(2013)
You should worry, Babe; I am coming. I’m on my way; On the Return. That openness you shared with me,
Drive the dirtied splinter. Lay it straight; direct, and deep into her face. No ending.
...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
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…
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.
Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.
I cannot find favor In loves growth chaperoned I have no detector No pocket ace No perfect way
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
I see you, curbside, sitting in th… Making wishes long lost and age wa… still clinging to a derelict dream Know that you will save it, and cl… Every score, every abuse, every lo…
We are all Einstein We are all Gandhi All of us A Jackie O. and Jack K. And in every way
A marching band that radiates no v… A parade celebrating ancient whisp… Time in procession lifts the weigh… This 'All Together’ gathering like a billion sparks thrown at on…
I turn out my Flesh, To turn on my Spirit; The needs that come and go. A Turnstile counting; She’ll know it when she feels it,
Now is the time to let go. For so long I have been selfish. Rarely attending to anyone, other than myself and my son. If you don’t take care of yourself…
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
Disengaging heart solution, to spur dualities feud. Curse laden incantation, debriding hybrid wounds. If only one was weaker,