If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;

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 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.

When I gather up the last count of my own scattered teeth. past present ovation for the failure of some cosmic sheath. of softened rain promised or the discord of confusions tone the mo...

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

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.

Anna Sleaze is diseased. Like Typhoid Mary, and fucked with ease. Always with a “Please!” And a “MORE, MORE!, MORE!!”

We are all Einstein We are all Gandhi All of us A Jackie O. and Jack K. And in every way

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,

On this day. —On your marks... get stressed... GO! The daylight relay has arose!

~ 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.

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

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