Ragged, jagged cliffs of copulation,
stain brazen stretches of isolation...

Make sure to mix scrupulously:
14 oz of difficult strife...

As the tongue trips, consonants drip,
defaming dubious dissertations...

You look deranged, as if you are
questioning your own name...

Smeared dreams, like lipstick on the mirrors
of dingy motel bathrooms. Tears like blood...

"You seem to have lost the rhyme,"
I hear it all the time...

Casual causeways of your essence and din,
built up to access a torn tissue heart...

"I don't have anything,"
you declare as you lay your...

Vacancy and Occupied are spectral extremities;
neither are meant to endure forever...

Steely reserve falls away under the fire of your...
Passion's flames consume all will-power...

Further from recognition I grew-
Disabled and unable...

I don't need you to hold my hand
or sing me to sleep. I know loneliness...