breaking fast, a knock on the glass opened the door
earth worn and stumble footed, he croaked, ‘gotta smoke?’ black fingers at cracked lips, smiling yellow
i shut the door, blinding sight my own lungs aching
all the smoke i need inside
Category: Poetry
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drag to the wet street smashed cans and spoiled meat
discards hope and care broken bottles clumps of hair
standing sentinel of waste my early morning haste
to share loss dirt and grief unnecessary sheaf
of what I leave behind ejecta of my mind
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Sly worm, unbind me
Forcing abayance to your throne
Brown waves crash upon the sea
Myself, my body own
Prostate to demand
I obey your black command
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I lose you every day,
Fragile lover.
Fickle, easy to mark
I still haven’t broken you.
On desk, on table, on couch, on floor,
You tease me as eager hands grasp.
You are indifferent.
I am complete, only now whole.
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Sheets of dismal grey blanket whip
As ice-thin light colanders the wool sky.
The howling wolf wind
Lunges at the throats of sheep cowered in faith.
The dog days of Summer have never been more welcome.
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Brown, washed in fresh egg
Meat and Cheese baked deep within
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Incandescent venom surges from melted blue coats now black in infirm fury. Bodies charred by fuck-affronted free folk. Tasting BBQ. Feasting on meat and cop crackling.
We burn ‘cause we hungry, Wet bellies loaded on government liquor.
Ain’t no food today but hootch is available with your legit state ID. Street meat cooks fast drunk.
Rindles of black-ash tears baptize the fresh meal-deal free for all to seize. Just reach inside and eat it if you can beat the feral kids and dogs. Ain’t no shame in coping a bite.
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ramon smashes down all 88 making the cat jump and run he sd that music ain’t what it used to be anymore and cat’s don’t get it
don’t ask me to play nice and easy or something your momma used to drop her panties to
my piano ain’t nothing but a hate machine now so keep your ears offa my music and i’ll keep my hands to myself okay
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