The world is a juggernaut
of defloration and desolation...

Needle whiskered purple flowers
touch me who dares...

Melting clocks cascade
down waterfall stairs...

I was never
a subscriber to dogmatic doctrine...

It's getting worse in such a delicious way,
sitting across from you at the picnic table...

Under drifting night clouds
a lone wolf howls...

UNLEASHED
(Alternate Version...

It lurks just beneath the skin
burning it's way out from the inside...

The darkness has faded and
the blue and white clarity...

"It's the quiet ones you
have to worry about.&quot...

I'll stare at the sunset
until my eyes turn black...

Under a pale glass moon
the bones of Christ...