torn labels

Pendulum breaths in black sunset debts.

            Th drinking startd at 8

in a salmon villa, 

at 11.30 her hips          rose from th stream of         thurs perfecto violet.

concernd fem al spring stagger in heineken philos, darkly please,
enter dim pub 
ce carbon hair noir.shine; mercy      

            me fuzzy pink sunrise – shut her vanila sle.

Th cowgirl in th sand promised me a fair
chance to grow up – almost cry every shocking apr
night.eyeing th pearl salsa
snaps on her shirt. 

There wasn’t any hate in there – oh no Persephone, look ::
green apples again, on this my 27th year.
no harvest only                
            sour baroque whispers,
            had a feeling I was heading back

      into soil philosophy        (eukaryotic violins)
      no sun martini
      dawn buds at night

.In audible arcs of a hot drunk is conversation momento
rather than mori.says she can stand th taste of green apples, as I   

digest those emotions outside my body, like a tangerine hooker
full  of  flesh pits      ( intimate disease (mono and
no house in her move on).        

But paint streaks like france above country dances
and 

th deep butter of small towns
churns my mood.once cream, now seems a despair dream.

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dead trucks in a cold wind and gas
station cigars.
th poet cursing everything local.says
poets are th toughest.sighs
rise through diesel
in afterthought.big rocks
al night in a hotel, no room
for sympathy.stars remind of a life
once wasted, or wasting – my, th hotel parking lot
is grand at 3 a.m., drinking warm beers out th back of minivan

th country dancers shuffle;
a real intellectual says “hello”.

no rooms for locals.th night
forgot us in th rest of th story.men
hunting for th’act of it.100th ave.say it
w- open arms and it sounds better. 

                 words not understood
                 by th waitress but we like her
                 smile anyways, and feel bad b/c she
                 has something stuck in her throat.                                    may be words

lights out, poet reads a poem
abt a game of assholes
at 4 a.m. from an awkward position on the bed.poet
fucks fixes his
glasses and says yea man.       ( wonder, what is a poet aside from tired )        

can’t imagine remembers

                 purdy –                  oh fun
                 police.a cold wind
                 on th fourth floor.  

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as the sun gets lower ( home

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lilac alaska high

                          wayburn sun
                          set.

            x & y

tulips
        on
   ice

                     softpunch wind ow 

Scarlet roof clouds;
romantic dirt roads.

See th’end.Saw

                                    green apples
                                    see
                                    and too young emily smiled
                                    in noonsun.

Warhol soupcans for lunch; children gather round
th homosexual principle
unknowingly.

Can’t see th stars
her green apple
instead
speeds ahead.

Morning chases
night ashes -           too young fer art. 

(naughty hammer still sits alone in pubs at night

green apples
green apples

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we died
never honey

dance dance poison, my best

friend.where are you?in

a town of wealth, walking the red

my friend, look at me what

th hell is going on.need,

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                                               aint suicide fresh
                                               on black pavement

                                               halogen blue
                                                            hands

a soldier’s resolve to take th city
going down, jimmy
lookd up to see only time and temperature on th cibc.

twothirty and five degrees ] 

toronto wants more concrete
souls.a backseat blonde, platinum kim
in a king street cab, on th way home
from th horseshoe.tiny bartender
dancd a tight nose and shook her tiny
tits.she drank and drank he
condensed her under metallic oystershells.

you can do anything you want to me           tonight   

she said, exposing a low
strap and tipd back
a vodka soda.

flying around her mouth on his tongue, jimmy
pushd her revlon against th black vinyl.

th city moved by and in       
her skin
w- storefront glows.

                              but then her little lips
                              stopped moving.

in disbelief he rehookd her bra,
paid th man and carryd her onto stage.
dumpd out her purse on th’elevator floor
and dug through tampons and lip
gloss to find her keys;  unlockd
and carryd her into th’apartment.

delicate as milk and
lives alone.parasucco and 

effortless he lays
her on th kitchen floor.could be a sudden around
her down and beside her
breathing  you pink jerk. 

fucks away gracefully in trees and buildings and wonders
down her shirt.saw
her heart and it lookd back.

                                    g
                                    string along
                                    another string of night / 

him along silently, wants nothing more than to hold off
th tall toronto buildings down by th lake underneath    wet trees    

                                    leaves jimmy  [ kim flat

                                    w     et trees

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