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...

Death by dreaming; bedim my eyes It crept in scrawl, skin and all The thoughts in tandem; tantrum, w… Upon the “waking”, with words expl…

When the caffeine turns to cigarettes and Meth-amphe… And the Amphetamines turn to Cocaine sex and Heroin dr… And the PCP, and years of LSD

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

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

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…

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,

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

I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say

I turn out my Flesh, To turn on my Spirit; The needs that come and go. A Turnstile counting; She’ll know it when she feels it,

to think without eyes or ears the touch or smell

my heart is beating and for this i am thankful i can breathe i can breathe! my heart is beating

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.

She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;