Wild Bill Balding Biography

hormonal soup
pulsing, congealing;
chrysalis carapace
throbbing, cracking;
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God is a verb, not a noun:
'I am who I am,
I will be who I will be.'
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My spirit paces like a captive bear,
set limits by a fence of tempered steel,
that with its shadows marks its deadening seal
on concrete ground that passes for my lair.
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Why is it when I'm doing what dogs do,
what dogs are designed to do,
then I'm a Bad Dog?
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I want you, but can I trust you?
The things you say excite me,
but I’ve heard them said before:
sweet words dry up too soon,
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