Dive deep inside me.
Before black became white.

Pink with all my one's new love.
Possession date.

Somewhere after.
Somewhere scarlet.

Pushing pencils into skulls, releasing the wills of high noon slumber.

Closing my eyes, New York is found.
Opening my hopes & lowering my head to pillow.

A slip, a pill, a transport's operator.
Such a structure filled with bones and blood.
Sometime today, my layers shift.

Awaken for inspection.
This mirror never cracked.

New lose.

Sullied dramatist.
Resting ill-famed.

Fitting healthy portraits over wicked loughs.

Entering this storage.
Silent locks, silent enclosure.


My hair thins.
Loses glow.

My gums decide.

Rejecting ancient bones from behind my cracking lips.

Beauty does fade.

True love with the past.
Nothing .

In the morn, my clothes are burning, my incision is bleeding.

An ***** less, now I am whole and complete circle of life.

With my kidney, a child was torn.




Small stain to clean & forget.

Resting forever behind my eyes.

This pillow, a temporal crib.



In my hands, holding the bloodstained square of linen.

Bloodline prospers.
Scars run gene deep.

Our history's beauty, surfaced in the pool of life.

Power and degeneracy.

From high to low, the fall is the same.