People confide in me there deepest secrets
Their darkest sins
Their most perverted fantasies
Their sickest behaviors
And I lay here …
In my mind
Waiting for the day
When I will confide in you
Their darkest sins
Their most perverted fantasies
Their sickest behaviors
My mind can tolerate no more …
It is out of space
It is out of colors
It is striped with agony, misery, envy … mental and bodily distractions.
Sickness.
Deception.
Perversion.
Illusions.
… Seeking solace
Wanting no more … to be the sins’ keeper
Photo by: *Once upon a time.
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago
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