Ageing body wrinkles hidden sweet meataching to be touched 

...time will continue       earmarked a ceaseless thread     of dreamssoliloquy ...    carved into handsof a clock ticking   endlessly ...Like whispers lost    between the handslistening to the glockenspiel   of unbroken dreams

Cast iron eyes of pewter gray cold as dawn of frozen bonds...unchainedcarved in dreams that fades to shadeof a portrait woven in silhouette touching the marrow of lobotomycreeping through my dreamshaunting me for evermore, sweet Lenorawith steel lips of...

She turns her naked back to me.She is not rejecting me.She is inviting me in.She knows it.I know it.We begin the dance.Horizontally, but a dance nonetheless.My fingers stroke her skin and rummage through her tussled hair.They shift to her...

Red Rover, Red Rover... Lost one's over as the asphalt breathes beneath the feeta silent hymn...perhaps a requiem dressed-up neathumming in tongue's insanity with a voice's cough of suet a litany of omen's between stained teethfor ones that forgot their...