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

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

~ 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.

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.

Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value

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

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

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

I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out

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

Tonight, my pillow mimics stone; My bed, a quarry. Somewhere inside my mind, A diamond bit drives; Ever deeper toward a story.

Don’t you worry, Babe; it’s comin… It’s on it’s way; on the return. That openness you shared with me; Has been searing a brand, On every thought I have of you.

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,

A back alley dogged howl Aloft and insidious Whirling room to room Carried on through morning Is alive and well

The look of shame, stress; Hunger and fear, I resist the urge to free a tear. All I’ve preyed, caged; Gathered and spilled...