Mendicant graceless unhinging

       Today I awoke without having slept


overhanging a promontory scented of urine-soaked grass and Fall 

thunder I spied Pallisades and yearned to swim to you,

my bug lips blue can take no more hypothermic needling

no supposed core



                    - cold caucuses wherein once nerves resided

          - instead of emptiness, scissored wealth undulates

outward - through my skin I sing of having had someone to love for,

though now only words mark our graves

I stand on stage without a line ringing true



          - do you fight the fading,

gradually put-down to doggerel destiny?

                         After I succumbed to stasia, you wend on to finish your

studies, purloining the intensities integral to most of our mutual inspirations

and loved again - those brown eyes

haunting, invigorating my longing with prescient lesions




     scouring bare even as you and they 

forgo memory of my dissolution, just as you pleaded to - I

will always have but blessings pouring out of your bulbous peak

your paltry evanescence forthright as daffodils

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-