Are you my glories bride? in the moments when I breathe with… A laugh a piece to bribe the doubt… Will you lie a little, kiss my hand and give the signal?
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.
My turn. I believe you when you say it hurt… I’ll shed a tear for making you su… And for when you call me lover. Then the time will come,
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
Drive the dirtied splinter. Lay it straight; direct, and deep into her face. No ending.
Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value
A back alley dogged howl Aloft and insidious Whirling room to room Carried on through morning Is alive and well
When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.
The bulletproofing fucking failed! I’m left now to face a face, of nothing more than brittle shale… Content with my reflection, I gaze at what you abhor.
This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,
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.
That was our Morning Long ago, in love Almost total Almost perfect So it’s there I stay
My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors
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…
