printed: F.U.C.K. Poetry Venture #013


       the need to feel

        Curious insomnia keeping me from rest
        lyrical poems pour forth from another room
        
        verbal bondage. strong baseline. precarious angel.
          descend you godless bitch. take me now.
          wrap me in your wings and lift me from
          this mortality. Take me to your master.
        When it is over I will remove the handcuffs
          and blindfold, before cleaning the fresh
          whip marks.
        Your job is done angel.
        
        Truth or dare. Shut up and lie.
        
        12-18-97