My patience is chipping
It falls to the ground leaving marks
I can't
You've out-smarted me
Im done
You win
Good job
Im broken
And can only be put back together
With the glue of your love

The hour is slim!
This is the tangled time,
the time that heavy
with want
becomes the jaws
for open thighs.
Her tasty flesh renders
the cleft of wet truth.
Persephone can slake,
can shatter my ache,
when,
enthralled against
the serpent earth
with
legs knotted,
we
lay tangled in ancient ruin.

re-edit
words  Tommy Carroll

Im starting to write less and less
and Its scaring me
because I either have no sufferings to write about
or Its all become to much
which one?
how will I know?
whats wrong with my head
Its all twisted up inside
knotted guts struggling to chew through knowledge
am I maturing?
or am I finally turning to dust
I'm sorry if I'm not so sweet to hold,
its difficult when you slip through gaps
like the ones in your fingers
and the holes in your heart

Some one has been sneaking
Tentacles rummaging through my mind
They never asked to
But they have left their trails of slime

Raw bits and pieces of my phyc
Have been overturned
Spilling the secrets of my life
Which I have rightfully earned

If you wanted to see inside my head
You could have just asked
For even though you are my mother
This side of me should stay masked

Oh mom
I was just starting to recover
My glass house finally being rebuilt
Has been smashed by my mother

Poetry was supposed to my open window
A place to write down what I see
But now you are a camera clicking
Illegal shots of me

Don't worry though
I still love you
I am like a dog in that sense

But mommy
Please next time just ask
I know it my seem hard
But it is a crucial task

If I could shatter
into a million pieces
I would spread myself across the world
So that there could be a part of me
Settled in every place
Maybe then I’d find a home
For each little broken bit
Because if I don't belong
In one place
Then maybe I can find
Safety in many  
Maybe then I’d finally feel whole
For if no place has all of me,
Then nothing can break me

But that's not exactly true
Because there is still the Earth

And perhaps the wind will sweep
A fragment of me up
And drop me in the ocean
Maybe the ocean will take it
And work me down to nothing
Maybe somewhere else
A fire will burn me up
Or maybe the rain will come
To wash me away
Maybe a storm will pound me down

Maybe I will turn to dust...

Dust that covers this earth
Dust that will spread
across the Universe

Glass; It does not
Break.
You can fix
Broken things.
Glass; It
*Shatters