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How can one spend so much in one day without so much as spending the day won? * She is kissing me with a mouth that flaps like a dog ear in the summertime – loose, wet, probably wrecked with worms – and she asks if something is wrong and I worm my tongue into a … Continue reading
I have seen better days for there are better days to be seen; clearer, real, full days of blinding sun where we sit like a pimple for you to find out how much you need me and I find out how much I don’t * If I didn’t try to kill myself, I’d have never have … Continue reading
I’m sure I’m supposed to say something to the slobbery spit in front of me but I can’t remember the words even though they clap and holler and watch a smile crawl as the baby drools my name, or whatever it’s been digested down to like a magician’s trying to remember their first trick with worn, useless cards: … Continue reading
Water reflecting light like growing scabs I question whether she’s a peach with freckles or freckled with peaches that swallow her until a pit is reached with dangling feet above a summer dress and the ocean that pulls in her breath for what could be a tsunami on another day but instead is just her … Continue reading
Night bleeds stars when it is too early to come in and too late to go out so there are too many untold stories around including what happens tonight – or was it morning? * People say it is good to feel pain for there will be poems in misery but this is wrong: there is … Continue reading
You feel it seeping like wet leaves in a storm drain You see it in people’s walk slow then speedy then exhausted with tight skin in the wrong places and loose in worse ones while they swallow the sun with eyes closed, lips one mass and they dry and sweat like a bleeding carcass on … Continue reading
There is nothing to do nowadays because nowadays there is nothing except for tomorrow regurgitated in the chunks of yesterday and the flimsy foil of today’s leftovers * She blows a kiss with cigarette smoke telling me I’m not much to lean on and I do my best to hide the insides that are pushing out … Continue reading
to live, let summer seep, sit by a talkative stream, listen to how the day passes in long yawns alongside you only to return without you like the rocks whose screams are mistaken for quiet joy while they drown under the current and your reflection * The world was made for summertime and the birds and … Continue reading
Cancer has been excised and I’m empty with nothing to talk about in my electric chair and at my desk that coughs with hope in a place it never should’ve lasted like a daisy in Time Square that was fed the suns of business though it is darkness now where I still sit unmoving the … Continue reading
Eyes to the light at the end of the tunnel see no shade and are taken away from here anywhere but here right now at 8 in the morning during rush hour that is quite slow and dead when I am alive but not for long at this rate because the subway is a glowworm where … Continue reading
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