[100] Impotence

This too shall remain hidden To all but those who lurk beneath The machine; within its coils And claws and gears, who See these bits of Tawdry, tattered, pitiable, impotent Words ripped from the Slinking coils of someone’s Churning inner soul. Completion never comes, not Here, not with this patch of Ugliness and wretched humor, … Continue reading [100] Impotence