We can't remember our broken landscapes
A failure for another day
The portrait of how easy it is to sever chains
Now a picture lost
Handling these fortunes with damage
This is your disaster
A mansion's space filled with no stirs and burning timbers
Tonight thinking of torn moments
A weight with beautiful form
To focus on what is taken and what remains
To taint, that is our goal
Pink ***** running red
A green or blue fortune and its rust filled transfiguration
Cursed legacies
Not shameful but young
Slipping past collapse
For seasons of drownings
Hopeful and bare
Drown in the semi circles of her asymmetrical chest
Rest in a navel full of seed
Spilled in the vain context of a quickening fleeting love
Humanized anger lay naked
Core liquid
Lonely ground
Ecstasy burst
Infinite devour
Mother's sores heal
My own weep and lactate
A siren welcome
Sung and swayed
Reflections at a dark dawn