A cut-up poem - poetry prompt

My latest cut-up poem, created from random words in magazines and three lines of three different poems. Most interesting to me was what my voice sought and created.  

I Wish I'd

With purity of intent 
I take the clue divine 
authenticity is a rare and valuable 
new, darker existence 

A writer's life erases a man's past 
with rhetorical flourish 
his old self an overwhelming version 
around his neck

You'll be there, freighted with meaning 
a sunny Tuesday, a white-stuccoed house, 
a single-digit number, 
drawing curtains, wooden shutters 

the soul that has a ghost 
too costly for repairs

You Would Have Liked to Have Loved Her Better

our hidden indiscretions
nut-browned skin, big eyes
a gap between our teeth
the better to bite them with

into the liquid sea,
we slipped so easily
our addiction for abandon
instinctual, secretive

felled by force, your
scarce nylons torn
one round heel broken
skirt askew in a corner
forearms, hips bruised

i know you know i do

felled by polite chemicals
clothing peeled from leaded limbs,
a plea before descent;
waking in a naked room
beaten in places not visible

you know me know you do

you would have liked
to have loved her better;
your silence a sentence
hers, a pain unintended

enough, you said, enough 
no choice was your voice

i know you know i know you know