Cover Art by Moan Lisa
Published by Moan Lisa Press at Smashwords
Rash decisions on the contours of the mind,
Broken up transmissions; and the issue of crude oil
Through the symmetry of smut with pure perception,
Each touch, each feel; becomes an oscillation.
Rings in dirt; divided territories spanning the stars,
And what I want is simple; and complex.
Tears divide the stairway which was won
On no account of self-inflicted understanding;
Bells and whistles; the suck and blow of atmosphere,
Keep me watching for you, among the clouds.
To where the winds cry your name;
And every vessel of this blood
Is laid out in the open.