Scepter swings and I am won. We are docking inside of
a landmine. It is the dark secret it is the dark
cup of coffee it is the dark number
it is sexuality not sex itself.
It is the crucifixion without
nails and it was
why I chose
to seek her.
Scepter-swings but
what good would it be
for IKEA to sell those?
Benjamin Josef Biesek, USA
The Social Poet 