Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention: Prostitution shaped

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/w3csvsfs the poetry of hell


we do it-mold it-we watch it

how does he sculpt life and then want it

self oppressive escapism is unfolded Continue reading “Raw material is sculpted to divine intervention by you”

When I'm Scared
When I’m Scared

When something arises beyond the knowledge that already exists an immolation begins inside of us. He is the match and I am the flame the unfettered light. Watching him in his anxiety of supposition and solitude.


he knows how to two

things become made up

glazing his eyes watery

blue making it up

they romance the

earth with

his hot lips

flesh on


a street



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