(2013)
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.
Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
Note the Look Mark, the Time The Thief; the Crook Charades in pantomime With little Hands passing
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?
I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out
My heart sees, when my eyes go bli… The dreams of my people Woven; entwined Why don’t you take from me? Wouldn’t you gain from the eating…
On this day. —On your marks... get stressed... GO! The daylight relay has arose!
Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.
Stray from tender infusion, 'cause docile doesn’t work. Embrace the fasting revolution, and prowl, where gluttony lurks. Survival of the fittest,
We are, by no means; Dazzling, or that flawless strong… Of which our diamond-shine species… Could and thus should, Long to be.
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
A one handed gift giver; full of e… Could take the tender of a trust t… and make millions. Bury this trust in a mound of pers… and call it a wash in a handshake…
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.
My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors