Glitter
shines brighter than...

I've tasted sour dough bread
images, as you kneaded...

I wasn't the first to enter
mother's womb...

Thistles were born
from a purple passion...

Fire born of rapture lost,
visionary within an indigo...

When a woman escapes to the corner
of silence, she dwells upon analysation...

Velvety skies of
stardust tears...

Early dawn,
milking ol Bessy...

This lady placed a smile
upon my face, many years ago...

Finished with ink stained hands
smearing elusions onto faces...

Behind the nightmares that linger in my glass
like a loose fitting camisole...

My eyelids flicker
without hesitation...