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My nightmares pierce no more
The seems of my mind
They have become blunt and rusty

Though bored of repeating themselves
They recur with
The punctuality of a steno

They retype on the shriveled surface of my brain
The scripts of lost possession
Of lost intimacies of love making

In the dawn
They slide through my mind
Flow through my veins
And ooze out of my vagina

I fear no more
An imminent morning sickness
A month goes by
Trotting.

One Night, A Kill / Verse scattered on Christmas Eve

A bleeding rose
Froze to a memory in the dusk

The end game of love
Seeping essence of pain
Sucked from mouth to mouth

Roses do not bloom in the apple orchard
Were good and evil dwell
The snow is thick
The lilting tune of an old carol half sung
Blurs in the fog

One night,
A kill
A heart be mourns the demise of a dream

A wreath of plain white roses
Decays on a hearse
A hymn chocks in the throat

The baby slept well in a frozen womb
Refusing to be born
A starless night followed

A Sooty Night

A night was all that it took
To crush to ruins
What was built
On the premise of love and lust

He left
Leaving behind
A broken Wine glass
Blown out candles
A whining record
And a twisted hand


A shadow receded
To the untouched canvas
And drew a few Shaky sketches


Mountains, springs
Valleys and vacations
And all that seem real
Were nothing
But a portrait
Charcoal On Canvas