In a cell.


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I lust and want,

an unfulfillable hunger.


A starving declaration of want and the need to fulfill it.


are not vacate instead

watch imprisoned in flesh and bone

Screams and moans echo

From a cell next door….


Touchy Feely


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Pulling strings to

fulfeel an multitude of attractions,

like ores of

magnetic rock.

Touchy feely everywhere

rough hands feeling me up….

….a moment of mindless abandon….

A Slow Rotting


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No, I do not know….

why I cry

my tears do not speak to me,

mocking me in their silence….

No chance meeting of a lover on the streets.

Marching hooded white men armed to the teeth, pulling colored shopkeepers from their shops putting bullets to heads….

Children in cages, crying for mama and papa in a universal language but their captors won’t listen.

And The Blood Flag flys high over the White House.

No, I do not know why….