Drag my two ton machine around your neighborhood. My bleeding body aches for your virilous touch. The picture of the male form visited me in a strange, ego-fueled dream. I saw him from afar, lying in the middle of an alleyway, all but a mirage as I approached. My
mind races. soft grey clouds it's always never night somewhere they say the sun never set on the british empire distinctions quietly made between 1 & 2 funny question coming from you I'm open to this sort of thing a dead end line of inquiry
Men are more than sinew and bone. Chemical hit to the brain. Whatever way. Familiar form I crumple up. Base of my skull.
Is this what it's come to? Sit on snow covered ground. Sadistic smile splits tear stained cheeks. Hook stuck, save it, repeat over & over again. Cling to images I can only ever see in my mind. Foot made patterns. An animal's been here, too. Decipher
There's a sick sort of sadness to spring, and I love every minute of it. There's no more pretending that I don't understand. Doesn't it feel like I was here only minutes ago? Every time fearing I might be interrupted. I'
I’ve positioned myself in a section of the library where I feel even the clacking of my fingers along the keyboard is making too much noise. How do these other people type so silently? There’s a strict thinness to the air here. I feel I did not walk
bore into the center of my soul taped up messages covering one side swallowing stale air cover the table with a nice tablecloth lone chair sits for three escaped messages lost in cyclical time organize similar thoughts in my mind here I am writing another line
maybe I'll have another cup of tea I need my bedroom window to be by a tree gotten used to ambient noise I miss my crusty nature boys life is like a wheel of fortune can I feel better in the morning?