Got ahead of myself Wanted you near Wrote those lines Shed...
Writing prose For phantoms Dressed in women’s clothes I dance Gothic...
The blankness Of this page Is lurid I am a waterless...
(Then) I dared to live And love and Yes To falter...
A maddening invocation From the pit of your bowels To the...
I thought I was through With naiveté. The first storm of...
Who is this man? His voice is silver. And he is...
I never knew of promise and now it holds me as...
Glowing – in the heat of an instant a smothering pleasure,...
If my concentration dove as deep as the finger in my...