Monday, 7 March 2016

i in i

God, can i talk to your heightened 
letters while you break me down 
under my glory and pains and 
piece by piece release my solitude  
into one spirit; the i. 
will you help me betray these 
metal lines in my way backing 
up all my art tears and tearing apart 
my silent screams. i am terrified  
to tell you but i am brave to show 
you my insides coming through 
these black bald worlds. my 
universe was always you. 


preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback  tears out of idle pen hands,  and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...