And you chew on my hand,skin and bone,like a mangy dogstill believingin one last caress. You chew on my hand,thirsty for touch,for a point of focus,for the image that loopslike a tired mirror:you chewing on my hand. My hand that strokes...

Stench of stale beer and methamphetamine    sun pinching through a hole      in the middle of a superman beach towel covering the window    smell of urine on the sheets    turn the spigot--- no water from...

The ashtray yellsThere is an angry drunk man in front of meThat looks at meAnd I avoid himMy body throws acid chemicalsThat make my head acheIt is rainingAnd I am done.

your magic is powerfulpressing against your wards I balkto go any further would be foolhardystill I go forward to touch your inner landscapeswhere I hear your indoor voicefull on perversionit excites me to greet you againyes darling let us...