Furnish the bedroom with a bird’s eye view.
On Monday, I will rent a roomin the blue parts of some avenue,in a town where no oneknows where I had been;just a filthy car with a…
I.You killed me, I said.
Percipient proprioceptionredresses my undress --the unpeeling of a noveltybeneath the unsteadiness of iniquity.
We are the words of love.
I glowered with the colour of cindersagainst your enigmatic likeness;the far more…
I planted a grain of truthin my mouth, then turnedit into a mistruthful seed.
Last Sunday, my eye had swollen shutin payment for what he thought was due.By Monday, it was brimming full.
Tuesday sits upon my shouldersas a small child would,with eyes upon the horizon.
Stay with me, to be disarmed...I have a deepest want,but not for charm.
Love abhorredand for love, a whore.
