Born

Sultry deviant in darkest depths,
allure with comely stare and guile,
Succumbed to angst and...

Spread the dream
across my thighs
crushed death in a lonely
vine wasted glass painted...

I am in the broken coin
each piece the swallowed curse
words run as a crimson flag
...

Reluctantly I truly believe today’s society has somewhat sadly changed
Whilst it disheartens me to...

I'm in no hurry to live and die...

Though death isn't my finisher it's only a change of address...

Chinks of light filter
thru pitchblack emotional prison
vestigial shadow figure hunkers,...

Some things come naturally,
Birds gliding in the wind
Leaves dancing in the rain
With...

Pretty butterfly stickers
on a dusty window pane
shadows in suits like outside games
...

Each shuffled treacherous step
clashed above the wooden casket
as the wretched stairs...

We are still fetuses
we remain attached to the placenta
by a date of birth or death
by...

Never in my life have I carried anything before
Maybe bags of shopping certainly nothing more...

(any resemblance between averred one laid
to rest and yours truly...purely coincidental
...

The baby factory where you see pictures of happy little faces...

Because, the truth would break a...

Like a coil of intertwining stickyweed
You stay so close to me
For without the presence of...

no (apparent) rhyme nor reason
(satisfactorily) explains academic
disposition, ideally suited...

Imagine coming into this world being born old looking in the mirror to see wrinkles disappearing fewer...