Saturday, April 16, 2005


A trigger under my skin

sends shivers suffocating lent

new women kissing men

and time is upon us in sin

I traveled this newfoundland

unraveled packages of gin

got buried deep within

the cold ice and pink skin

Can no longer swallow spit

ice is dry and dense within

i need rescue once again

from the Man of Sorrow, the Risen

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