THAWTZ IN RUDASYLVIA...POEM FOR A BIRTHDAY ECHOES OF SYLVIA PLATH

PSYCHE SUGAR REFINING DEPTHS OF EROS COMBUSTION

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AS CINDER ELLA GOES INTO THE FOETALIZED INNER SPIRALS
CURLINGS OF WONDER IN MIRA AND MIRACULA DRIVING IN 'BLUE BOMBINGS' OF THE CINDER BLOCKS OF DENIAL, DREAMS AND MEDIATIONS...FOR THE TRUTH IS NOT CHANGED BY THE HUNGER SOLUTIONS OF EATING...

IT IS VANITY IN DREAMS OF OVERCOMING THE ORIGINAL TRIANGULATION THAT SUFFOCATES THE CURIOSITY AND PRECLUDES TRUTH OF URGENCY...

THE EXCESSES OF CONTROL BLINDING POTENTIAL AS POWER CONTROL IS GREATER THAN WILL TO BE...///////////////////////////////////////NOTES OF SYLVIA PLATH POETIC WORDS



LET ME SIT IN A FLOWERPOT,


THE SPIDERS WON'T NOTICE.


MY HEART IS A STOPPED GERANIUM.





IF ONLY THE WIND WOULD LEAVE MY LUNGS ALONE.





MOTHER, YOU ARE THE ONE MOUTH


I WOULD BE A TONGUE TO.


MOTHER OF OTHERNESS


EAT ME.