There's a lot of pigeons in this city
stuck on their stoops
peckin for scraps
shittin all over people's heads.
they used to be scared of us.
now they approach
surely,
coy.

I
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my foot
thinking one would fly away.
It sat there
instead and waited,
feeling lucky.

wwjd?

walking down the streets of dark nights of the soul
youth/charm
pushing out the bars in smoke with spoiled meats pushing for a space of their own.
waiting for a cigarette lender and enough change to turn their cup of pennies into beer.
while 'tween gropes tits laugh away and drink freely from the cream of horny kindness.
they rain down the drain.

Pavements a place to sleep, a cold crack for home.

I went to the loneliest bar in town and sat down, had a drink, stared at the city for inspiration.
I got nothing but a drink
all alone
in a bar.

I dreamed, I dreamt as Winter
         wept
out her twinkling
         stars
down on my
         tongue.

So it went. I froze as
         heat
from my body was
         spent.

I laid down my self
         cold
for the earthly stars to
         hold.

For my sacrifice they
         turned
me to dirt and
         ice.

I was the holy star
         dust
again ready for
         life.

Please Lord,
                    Let me die slow
                    Let me have my nicotine stains
                    My painful back
                    My shattered soul
                    My foul complexion.

Please Lord,
                    Give me the mercy
                    Of mortality
                    Of being under you
                    Of being less than a perfect idea
                    yet full of your perfect inspiration
                    which tears me to tatters.

Please Lord,
                    Let me cause pain
                    Let me hurt myself
                    Let me crush others
                    Let me see things and wholes as less than me
                    Let me get wet in the rain
                    Let me stand between you and your lovers in vain.

Please Lord,
                    Let me pray for something sweeter than myself.

o o o o ophelia o feel ya ♥ (the symbol who represents the point in the body between the life in your swollen nook and bosom)

She told me to take her gifts of mercy; thoughts and touches. But her body and soul were forever hers and could never be traded for any golden muse. She left portions to her children, but they could only hold so much. So she laid down under the dirt when she got too tired to carry such burdens. She gave it all to flowers. To the day her body is still a lovers sway. I threw myself into the teeth of wolves. So they may hunt and outlive the hunted. So they may feign pride and take the fleshy heat who lovers make.

I said I just wanted love but I always make things too complicated.

It's raining on the cloudless days.
Nights where I run out of paper,pens,room for spitsecond thoughts,between debt and leisure.
Out on the beach with a dowsing rod looking for water in all the washed up coins.
Disparity, behind wealth, who takes the spotlight in the show.
Where in the dark background my features I hope, shine and shade again between metal meteor rain.

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Down on thee beach
midday to catch
thee thin whisped corner
of a storm.
Who far away,
thee roofs of edges shorn,
But here thee wind plays,
violent, simply with thee waves.
Thee cool run days,
thee leaves falling.
Thee violent end of thee summer
like nature's endless playes.

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.
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Dear Woman,
Dear Wife,
who sharpens the poetic edges of this thin life.
To cut a star from heaven,
and place it between our sheets:
wrapped in honey and mildew,
cooked and damp the two in stew to
be devoured by this cold blinking light.
Pulled down from sky like kite
with broken strings.
Hope to fly away forever
but crash and pull
into soft sand
where we lay in the smothering white.

Being devoured in a split second forever
of everything's
all-right.

Detached,
like ennui,
like a flight from space,
like too much money,
like a surgeon's eye,
like a broken bike,
like a dull pencil,
like a diamond being cut,
like a gangster in his strut,
like broken concrete,
like devil's advocate,
like the friend of a friend of a friend,
like being shot by lightening,
like an atm,
like a blind man's gaze,
like the world in haze,
like a can once filled with beer,
like a glass completely clear,
like a wall to block it all,
like nobody,
like the ghost of a soul,
like a massive sink hole,
like everything you ever need to know,
like the expansion of the universe,
like the man who drives the hearse,
like reality tv.

looking at myself through an introverted telescope. my eye's the new earth and i'm the smallest creature alive.

morrow moon

say gooday to the cold huddlers in hollow rooms.
although the sun will thaw our bodies by noon
we remember to hide when you make stars bloom.

why must you keep leaving?

...do you wane and empty from fear of your own night?

negative spaces, silence
what is in it+?

the .point. of in-deepend-dance allone
TO>>>>>>unever spend night in swWETted

out softcreamSOlovelumpsweet

bodies!

...stranger than

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The smallest words grow like saptrees into massive redwoods.

How much would you pay for one good orgasm? How much would you give? How much is your love and dignity worth?
Bored with a boner, laying in the beds of strangers. I wondered when this train would stop on the tracks of dried up cum. You always get there before you're done (appreciating the lush trees, the poisonous flowers, the thorny bushes of the local landscape).
The end of the chase is always the end.
I was up all night with a river of secrets pouring out. Joining the run off with the lake.

A poet died. My cigarette extinguished.

sleepy, wandering, eyes.
resting on dead table space
escher loops
coffee rings inside out
my fingers showing their dark blue veins
the love I gave to find out her name
visual exasperations repeating senslesendleslee
love love love love love
was not her name
my mind plays dreamtricks on me
and makes me put out bad poems
to reconcile