Even more bait? Not sure...

8pt agenda on a continuous loop
rolling into the City on MUNI
Latryx and Herbaliser blowing out
that sucking sound of the souls being pulled downtown

[ she is thinking to herself ]
[ don't know whether or not to take her seriously ]

When I am entirely immolated and most everything
is rubble and ashes and torn skin and discarded exoskeleton
amongst the ash and soot a stranger; who is patient
and tender and perceptive and gentle will be
quietly moving through the remains,
recording the damage,
collecting scraps,
applying soothing balm where live tissue is raw.

Seeking something specific of me.
Looking for the smoke signs.
For the embers, where quietly smolders
My inexhaustible fire.

**

Dope J great for sub. Dope J excellent at mind control.
But too shy to properly Dom.
It's embarassing.

I know I need to tap into my rage.
Need to be incensed.
so get me riled.
and excited at the same time.
Because I have too long learned and practiced
the mechanism of putting the Rage, the Desire, the Passion
to sleep.
A purist at sublimation.
Self induced topical narcolepsy?
Hynotizing myself to react
to Anger, Pain, Rage, Passion
all the things I feel I cannot control
immediately
To Sleep.

This is when I become catatonic.

[ what I need maybe, I think]
{someone to coax the heat and the passion}
( urge it out to flow like a sweet honey sap)
[ telling me to give it up, give it over, turn it loose]
{who whispers: "your pain is a delicacy."}