I'm going to wait until you're good and asleep to sneak in.
I'm going to whisper true things to the air you're dreaming in,
and then I'm gonna leave.
The words I gave you got under that skin you slice,
and truths don't become untrue whenever you want them to.

You've put fresh stains in ridged skin you hated me to touch.
My fingers probed too deep, needle lover.
Or was I too blunt?
Cat tongue flicking key, you make me cringe.
You, still.
If I come to you with my own blood in my mouth again,
will you communicate without code for once?

I tried to plant Eden in your Wastelands,
but you're still building fences with material you don't understand.
Standing outside ringed cells,
I can't see into the tower your desperate fear constructed
You could not take power anymore than I will wake you up.

Communication

I use art
To filter passion
Black coffee is bitter.
I add cream and sugar
So cunt clenching need
To run tongue on your scalp
Doesn't stop you
From refilling your mug.

Recluse

I am desperately afraid
Of humans and failure
I want to say sorry
But there is no sorry to be sorry for.

Needing stranger's ears
Confirms my insufficiency
I went to therapy today.

I talked to my own twisting fingers
About taking nine hours to smoke a cigarette
And told the hole in my glove
I could come back at three.

Blue Paint

Your muse doesn't put three spoonfuls of sugar in her coffee
Or bruise easily
she's never tripped on the stairs
Your muse isn't scared of anything
she doesn't scoop the catbox
Looking through your extra eye
I see her
A thing of beauty
More concept than woman
More cunt than heart

the Magical World of Anna

Goth glamour, tits and ass for the pure sake of letting my brain out to play. These are the women populating this magical world, if you know where to look. Oil slick eyes and poison mouths, shining with laughter, lube, and lust.

Tommy Landon recorded the evidence.
Rachel played with me.
You love it long time.
(so do I)

You're Writing Again.

you
(high wind below my branches)
rattle green bones.
Your coming
causes trembling.
Some people are put together
well, while asleep.
I would be one of those people,
if I were a cat.

Breath shake update
receive pieces of you
(filtered
I-don't-know how many times).
Revealing weakness isn't bad
habits I pick up
vulnerability regardless,
before your stern steady stare,
you force me to feel,
if only your hand break my lip.
Bloody teeth know:
I still miss you (I can't tell you that).

50th date

Okay, so we've only been on five. I know what the relaxed safety of waking up after the 50th feels like, and that's what I was trying to get across here. Don't know if I managed it or not, but I do love these shoes, these shots, and the man who took them very much indeed.







This last one...that is what people who live in the Magical World of Anna wake up to. Come play.


photos by Asylum...
www.asylum-photo.com