everything is Art, Art is Everything.
an obligation to lust needs losing let the breath of creation touch you on the inside instead disguised in the knives of surgeons
By susan marie loehe3 years ago in Poets
whispering sweet nothings in my ears sweetly blowing through my hair as it moves arranges things never before on the altar together
what happened as a direct result of the baiting the pittance given the malicious stories the threat of starvation insanity
fishing with the good bait Bettie's bass boat but on the inside throwing back the small fry because it's really time with
that photo of you as a child I know your Mother I am one that boy, that's the you that loved mothers at 5, in your freshly ironed tiny plaid shirt
Who wrote the prayers of exorcism disbelieving the power of wickedness or knowing better in certain paradise we say I love you
A ringing in our ears all de live long day up there high and smiling in the deeper inner reaches sure you've heard that band playing
was certain of the surety naturally knew real purity automatically mojo of an entity the mother of daemon angels loves them all equally
today a soft cloth bathed in lemon oil glides over the wood deepening the rose hue of the grain I perch in what was branches and trunks
deep pine grows stunted on red clay side of the road pullouts rustmark tears leakdown from screws in a metal sign paint peeling on woodsided farm houses
tequila and cocaine will make you die standing that pharma is just a soul eater I can tell you truly the best thing is the bait and switch with demons
From the depths of sleep the watchers won't be denied sifting dreams, seeing whyfore art thou down deep and personal get up now, Witness