torn labels

sunrise please answer
for being so bright
there are many questions this day,
you know heavy
wonder

so much more than shine
you are 98% of solar mass so
if she lies ( beside me
and my health is bad
come on

I already know night
and diane is a woman of mine
so I figure the least you could do
besides shine
is let me know

th yet of how
th why of when
my eyes close
and this little heart goes to sleep
then why th fck
do you easterly shine
in these front door eyes

generate this energy

as time goes
as liars war
as cheaters heat
as saturn steals

taking my pain
to 6000 degrees
w. each rise

                                                 a trillion years
                                                 is th hardest part

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didnt know it was illegal
just out roaming th seas
            mystic mead
            and courage in such a way
            as at yr own risk

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drain th vampire blood
flash a toothy grin
and get back out there

bottle that shout
bottle it my friend
like a rare grape or a raven

ask::
are we th flavor
or is it th labeling
or – does it even matter

who knows
enclosed
cant be a saint and oh no
    getting in
    to th cabo wabo
    now

    saw her in line
    dead cool
    in th early
    evening we were not shouting

                                                          “yo boozy –”
                                                          “what, what”

or,

                                                          “why’d you marry that mexican!
                                                           when my buddy sin love w/ you”

…and still walking off w/ the laugh

and now she wont move, near 10 but still
never a dark sky in a low cut sweater;
keeps talking, flashing th Louis V but
doesn’t understand th shouts that bring her down

back to arms around friends
end that way, the good way, the only way
   so many bodies
   friends I didn’t know I had
   that drink up in my face
and all down in my hand

running down his chin in laughter
eating th sushi
pounding the pinot gris
and shouting in wait
where th women become girls

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Despite class sizes
th number of children doesn’t change
and half a million are up too late tonite
beating prostitues w/ their PS2s.

Locked in                                            
and for th children…
sun comes up slowly,
for th children –
who in autumn should be spelling
                           ameliorate
                           conditions are not improving   [they say
                           th condition of their minds.

Driving past th high school to work.  Still
dark at seven a.m. teachers are huddled
around a wicker man and a burning garbage can.
Parking lot, protest…not going
in there until more money, less students…engaged in a staring                                                            
contest, out into th dark morning.  No eyes sure                                                                                
they are underpaid but summers off                                                                                                     
and no proper supervision for kids                                                                                                     
still running th streets.                                                                                                                              

                       c’mon let's see some job action
                       christmas is coming

Do not wrap these futures up
in elementary anarchy.  mr-this and mrs-that
strut th sidewalk.  Like seeing my grade five teacher
drunk at the bar.  Shattered illusions, at an age
that illusion is all that counts (controls.  Someone has
to be bigger than 8.  Cannot pick and choose
laws, cannot steal tvs or cigarettes.  But somehow
can beat prostitutes w/ PS2s –
is what they’re doing these afternoons instead
wrap them in times tables;
make sure they can use a comma, and not a playstation coma.
It is not for the children.  Remember the
haggard faces of your public school teachers; remember
the mean kids in every class –
don’t pretend you didn’t know what you were
getting into.

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the science of out walking

th moon
                         one woman

 
        inside of th storm
  working backwards
        from a hypothesis

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breaking through a window
like th sunrise

you in th backseat           wearing my sunglasses

all those plans
but we just stayed in bed

i didn’t realize
i didn’t realize til th sunshine
that yr fingers were made of
white chocolate

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summer crosses bare
slice of heart / beach of skin;
love down th dark
those october stairs
and into a tavern of lonely telephones
that watch their hands,
waiting for a rinse.

                                       end every summer w/ a bowl of strawberries
                                       those cannot be touched but to be spilled
                                       and 

    my heart
    is as
    hot as a doorknob [ hausfire

intruder gave
and stayed long
as my body was alive

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all male w/ each rise and fall is a
young crow;
watching like th hawks
and never satisfied under th heat

ssun ssky all ssunny, sstaind
eyes o’ width stretch over me againe;
virtueless morning I watch th clouds choke
and move on like th softest troops

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as we stare into our laptops, 
images flashing                            some where else

copper & blue
omitting ourselves as we pass by

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it
it iti
   tit
it

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solstice
6teen dark and

all my years are in
this age

                         all thumbs
                         no money
                         my glances

across bc in a candy shoppe
will do (anything for a ride
~ same

            truck
            cherry
            blue

alice and everyone after                 [ is since
radium bound

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th victim felt incredible
all fingernails and body’s final
and downward

never better
lucid white flashes
a rip and a scrape and here a tear

th desire
of return
                        in fighting back
                        barely

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I need that feeling again
I need to recall
those signs of why I fell in love;
those memories

                                     cannot come w/o th storm
                                     th opposition thing

                 th revolutionaries are inside the factory
                 working backwards
                 using each other to reach th other

these memories do not come w/o storm
these signs
of why I fell in love

                                     use each other
                                     and language disappears
                                     inside of th storm
                                     appears
                                     roughed up and new

                ( we smiled and th evil set in, barely perceptible.

                ( i ate the apple to th core.

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Been in a similar age,
circulated th years
through lens filters
til shade could bare th light
of our lives.

Flipped dictionary pages at a funeral pace
searching for any word on why
we look away
from our loves.

                   and sorry my bags were so heavy
                                            my ribbons so tight
                                         my dreams so unkind

But don’t let me depart
nor wait for me to leave;
if we are a cigarette
and evenly burning

reach down from your heights,
through my hotel window:
make th mirrors tremble and
blow th ashes off my chest.

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details

from:: th not my bathoom series

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             room sixnine
            black eyes
         red
       prada belt     
                across
                her
                ass

                paris doll
             hotel videotape
          green lights
      bartender
                pour vouz
                her
                porcelain

                8 mm
                over
                ice

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stand her up against                         th trains and th stars
take her blowjob
and lay quietly near                                    th shore

kiss th salt from her mouth
and swim all along her legs

warm                                                    basil night
cinque terre beyond time
on a love trial
and caught between                                       th tide and espresso              cliffs

a painter – I will
play him – found her
unraveled in color

a chef’s eye
red sun and                                         light blackstrap
he peeled                                       her
consumed                                                        ,,                 her
in a fusion of waves

princess scallops
pale skin and black panties
salt stars and
bethlehem hunger

she th smallest continent
swallows raw
and come

is coming in
olives and valpolicella
trains kiss
in tunnels

th ancient day leaves
vertical towns and window candles
secret

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blue roses and
noir request

ee pillows, sirens
& gone before daylight

perfume storms
through houses of france

                                                                                                                but th scent of American bubblegum
                                                                                                                is an epidemic

father promised iron
and th hunters promised meat

yet I only learnt
how to pour stella
all over th waves
to end in sadness

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this is to Natalie and her drugs;
to th transport trains in my head

sorry 

if th rails are still warm
then you’ve been there th night before

worry

take time to wonder
if you’ve fallen black asleep
tied to a sinking stone

sorry

and if they are condescending
run them over in a parking lot

worry

forget th instances of you
and try straight to hell ;
take off your kiss,
run the hottest logic available
and drive right through the blues

don’t say / sorry ,shh

will come after midnight
forget th sunlight / stick to modern love
and understand there are many days to come

helpless as neurochemicals

faithless as Natalie and her drugs
we all should understand
                                                 th garden we stand in
                                                 this state we’re in

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                                                         you could not come
                                                                               faster

and every street
gets a little shorter
until there is no drive left

And then I am afraid
                             there will be no journey
And you will look at me
                             like all th flowers I ever bought for you

           on my way into town
           ded & dried
           and look like at me like
           iv never been there before

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Can’t remember th turn when
vodka said this is not to remember,
And then outside da club
I fell near a dumpster.

Waiting for my girlfriend
not waiting but passed-out,
my wooden jaw
cracked in th cold wind. 

                                       awkwardly embracing a garbage bag )

the snow ~
is not quite what I was waiting for

           and this frozen
           is alone as a keychain
           in a river

The concrete walls vibrate
some 50 is dope,
and need to be up in da club for dat
but the keys are in her pocket.

Laying hunted
by no one            can see th spires of city hell
from here and      myself keeps
slipping                below nine

Beats and shave a wooden jaw
but stumble red eyes and
face buries in how often does this happen
                   a posterchild for vice]

Th series of shakers at closing time
get an intimate fix out on the sidewalk.
Side to side the head of my pavement
lifts face to a flow of cream and sugar that becomes vanilla stares
in a November night;
and a portrait of a guy on the ground
no one sees. 

[dressed nicely might I add] And then finally
black hair swings in snowflakes descent
and my girlfriend comes
and –b ut slips some smoke into the
show of some guy
and into a unmarked truck. 

          she gets up and I can see her thigh
          and the
          meat off his tongue
          is around her lips

in th night:
          visited by three rats
          and a native man in a kilt who told me how
          godless and spiritually bereft I was

          and all I could do was
          remember being a child

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The best part of you was th introduction and then even
You only really talked to th girls
And talked perfectly controversial

For a laugh
Then you got drunk and
Tried to take me seriously now
And my girlfriend was beside me

And I thought you only ever wrote abt roses anyways
And those dead roses for a lonely woman
Died as your thoughts sprung up all
Drunk like a mountain climber
Who just came down off a hill
And wanted a sip of this small town molson 

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in a tavern
slip a
bit of a dirty word
bit of cucumber & chilled vodka

to a loft
says moves a
bit of lemon ambition
bit of mahogany stretch 

dear dirty, how could that be
shoulders loosen straps as slips
go south on a sofa 

the walls conduct a high thread-count
of pinkinsh symphony

hours hand
no limousine
but into th sound of night
trains slip by as lips
of handblown glass

                                (
                                 need
                                 oh baker, I am your bread

photos of disgust but airtight and
perfume fades lovingly
in th crack of a finger
                         moves in
                         shadows crane
                         as alone smokes     alone

                         spring blooms
                         in winter sweat
falls over
cliffs
railings
ravines
                        ~flatline
smile
laugh
blush a little   lie
back and stare   stranger

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give up your lover
you so control th strangers
who bring us closer;
hell is in her mouth and
on her knees
he claims never to have seen her

she kissed back
until one of them were bound to an arrangement
turning around

he thought he knew th ceremony
small chambers
enter here
all th walls of girls
evicted
tobacco and wine
flatly declined
must sleep sometime
night buried
explain

curved by th head
of a woman
iron
disobey her
fever
wild fire
led by th arm
one night
following bodies fit

so tight a gleam of silver
oyster mouth
antechamber
submission
detracted
hands grasp
wrong number
perfume
through us
logic
secret daylight
of frozen
of love
promise
fathers
storm
gone before daylight
hang a man

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Fragella goes outside often
to see if someone’s coming

th mailman walks backwards
to avoid news of th war

her dress is staind w/ memories
perfect kisses which never took place

th birds are all ded
and there is a build-up of nectar in the lane

Fragella sings as would th birds
to visions of punching-up her childhood

rosenthal shatters every Friday night
and that is th show
bad news
for never 

there is no place on earth for her
all bonelands and immortal moors
           and she is very
           bent with joy
           feels a fever
           come on

swirls and is tasted it on her skin
every once in awhile
cold, cold
but only when it hits the air
th love knife, that is.

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in my houes of birth
my bow

                           arched and strung
                           she runs

                                                                  neckline      lace

.nordic black trees      

                                                   [small hello
                                                    peppered mango eyes
                                                    focus on hands
                                                    fireside him / love metal

the skyline pulls
back
in her lids

                   l  oo  k s      fine

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at th reading
disinterested
th poetry was killing me
and th Lsd was slow

Aristotle had already told me
not to put effort into that girl
something I knew offhand
for th madness already flowed inside me

maybe it war th army jacket
to wear it in th backyard in spring 
and watch th flowers battle for soil 

army stars rose in th ceiling
so I mounted a black horse, sounded a false alarm,
and rode through endless backyards

until I found her
settled in a bed of rifles and roses
           and I was born again
           into a smaller world

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on a threat I walked th river
held on to each good thing I’ve ever done
but my desire stumbled over th rapids

th oh    no of
no one cares

                       up in apartments
                       up in languages
                       up in clocks

where’s th bridge
everyone else found
? 

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