Pulse. Pt1 Please dont neglect my tightly clinched thighs. My redolent lap, laved I tremble. Simper and shy away. Please dont stop! Please dont dismiss my yearning gaze. Pt2 I give you my famished body with kisses. I'd rather not beg tonight, infact I'd rather say nothing at all, and keep whist before the primrose path. Pt3 Have your way and have mine. Do those things you do... then I will lilt the chorale. Pt4 If you dare, take me to heaven. Pt5 All at once you will understand, why ...

The Wind Doe Begging was the spotty lady. Whose song was also marked. And still. And soundless. Wishing kill. Whose heart was also stiff. To which a chary waft, leaves wisp around her piling. Nose before hoof before clinching, wind doe. What grandeur we unearth beyond the empyrean woods. The crawling meadow that gleaming razor bite. To the trees, arrogant trees, that wont bow or arc or curve. Under her dawn at the lowlands’ end is the bluest breeze wide eyed glow. Gaze upon her cerulean...

Between each filthy crevasse Amongst each crusted crease Lay another secret. Live another lie. Pocketed beneath What we do not see Crumbs and gums Stuck in tandems way too deep

I’ve got a Side Note Bitter with truth Lacking compassion Thriving with acrimony That might heighten your already existing stigma. One that might raid your single cell psyche Then grow moldy with in you And for good purpose I will be the vultures And the maggots That will eat the vestiges Then you will be nothing Adamant nothing. Dust, maybe I will forget So that Not even nostalgia is left