Sequence for ailing and repetitious

No need for spoil, you are not made unclean by me -

I have not yet, and needs must not for everyone's sake,

returned to hustling;


I can only imagine how nauseating

is such necessity

to all for whose towers even gargoyling is no luxury-



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I prefer burning stock

if I have to be in New York


never setting still

burgeoning sun or letting

you get to me


never knowing if I'm known-







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I tell you this heart to heart

the best part of living is falling apart







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Lover, love is an awful thing

if you wish it had never been

we might as well take the dive


before tomorrow passes by-you'll never know

I'll never feel: fantasy we wished

forged to real/coerced confession prance

regrets not worth remembering-


the whole is dank as an oil spill

lips' pitch blood as ink, so far gone

for good, forth steal







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No need to wretch, straining towards revolver;

yu are not made unclean by this kiss, understanding, or dismissing:


I have not once-and needs must not for all man's weal-

woken to hustle of day, signified might; I can only imagine


how nauseating is such discrepancy

to those for whom going hungry is just another luxury-

I run

You are the answer

is it safe to question

temprature of tone as

omnipresent simplification respecting

your time that says

blase thievery, pinwheel buckle

trustworthless so so

begging for gracias

punctually driven to

master the wall

it's not you

it is you

I'm crying for

would you please

let me die

ask me for

a light and let me not

have a clue

how to breathe

into you life anew

but I try

Dancling

No one ever told you life wasn't going to be easy

so you thought you didn't have to work

or want to stay alive




everybody cows when dreams lead to disaster

recognition out from darkness is of growing laughter




fear of lie expected flaunted while liar slept, haunts;

who dares own our regret?




preempt looking into eyes, intentionally mystifying

coming stainlessly sheened in projectile self




hands on fist-worldy skin, brooked and part

dervish, crown scrounged from earth




adorned by percolators

Mutters absent/blindly

When lightning binds

fantasy in eyes

to the hope

we'll never die




wrap in rope

down periscope

throat's fantasy

punctures trope




afear'd that unrelenting

march to freedom tinged

vainly, dying of escape

from bountiful blessed, I singed




and strain to keep

lest love ever speak

desirously of what we're made

but that can never be