

Meaningless photographsI hate photographs of people whove beenMeaningless photographs
And who to me are.
I hate pictures
Taking away & giving too much.
I hate to see a picture Of somebody who to me Has no physical presence,
But means. Connected.
I prefer the faceless being, Beyond any shot at a touch. Desires. Faceless desires. Physical limitations.


I Desire To FeelA bitter hand, a face of saddening contures, a faceless sorrow takes my head, and I seek peace in your rotten lips, and I seek a friend and a lover,I Desire To Feel
and your selfs shadow.
Because its your faceless shadow I desire. Its your shadow I unmistakenly know. Ive never seen you or touched you.
I just touch what youve left.
The shadows of you being.
And I desire to feel
What you felt. To see what you see (not saw). To know what you know. Beyond the shadow. Ill never get tired of it.
I only get t


A state of non-beingI'm down. Memories can't be erazed. I just remember the coldness of the knife. It touched my skin. My teeth were in pain. Being felt like if in vain.A state of non-being
And I don't think, and I just am, I'm down... and sinking, grabbing my pain. And choking it. Let it taste my grief! I just feel like a damned creature, like a sinking thief!
Give me the razor. I would fain to put an end to every grain - the grain of pain, I see its sails. The ship is sinking. Saving fails.
And I'm just lying on the floor, around is water, seaweed & reck. My wet flesh simply f