sometimes i can lay down the past, too blind to see her laughing at me. she hit me hard, but i am ready to return to me. sometimes i can drag on with no words to explain. with my name thrown away i have to try though my heart is bruised by words. sometimes i […]

stark in dressing

inside corners of silence i have been and heard stories of your eyes and the pure magic within. in twenty hours or so i fill in stroke by stroke of red upon red. with amazing sex and bad TV, i win as the painter of now. when i was a painter i painted you well, […]