Undress (address) your need for power
(Oh but I do cower at the crumbling of his mighty...

Just a thought
I thought of Thoth, a lonely man...

Red petals,
dried & turned to dust at our feet...

"Seeking, heat seeking missile
Find it, her little animal...

Silver sequins from a 1920's flapper dress
The material is rotten...

Enchant me with words,
Serenade me a curse...

Anger drives me
For a while...

Found a better route along this,
The worst way...

Desire,
the warm want...

If one bad apple ruins the bunch,
Than what should one do with all the bad apples of...

I'd say that I'm no better,
Than the best of the worst for the wear...

Something so treasured in white and veiled
So oh how now it nettles in pinpricks of flush...