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

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

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

In the grace of a Holy Church bel… Chiming hungry latent tune We grew impatient for it’s death k… Muted ringing now entombed. Under guise and shrouded intellect

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.

~ 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.

The sun rises quietly, and in soft… it paints. In this dayglow vibrancy, with ima… it reaches out. Waking those in need of light, cal…

to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell

Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.

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

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

This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,