sadden refrain I've done it againacting more like a goat then a sheepit's not my fault I get confused at the true nature of Godone point of contention is why were these secrets of heaven so damningthe fallen angels...

      Half a brain on morning swill,purging shine 'til ticking clock-angry stave at fateful dawnnights that wrench in nerve & bile... piecework prize of chill & sigh damn a soul with dusky brush,stinging blaze a jackleg grace-rack-rent sty on warbling minddays of...

Here is my fishnetI have a habitI make collection of momentsILongToCaptureAMoment.

She lies therenaked, still,silentlegs parted like memory.Breasts fall sideways,eyes sealed,skin pale,blotched,creped,the blush long gone.We played this game often when skins were warmNowher skin is cold,I touch the silence.my Siren sleepsour long desirebreathes its last.ThenA thought enters my mindtravels down...