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she had a poem old girl lost it heading home waz thinking bout you

I am not afraid to grieve any longer I am not afraid to cry for those I never met tears fall for the dead they are my weapons against the killers and their accomplices i was/is/remains interrogator of my own interiority afraid wrong, or worse, right wrong, or worse, write wrong, or worse, verse careContinue reading “Untitled Fear Poem”

love is marriage marriage is ownership ownership is when a man loves a woman thus my whole life is a crime of moral turpitude loveless + landless

love grow inside my head grow on neck on side of street grows tree a swing bebop thing

all nations bow all states kowtow states low n ripe w it northwesterly winds bend the left handed twist the right handed and ambidextrous and we need all to twist the lines they drew new maps and implanted eye was given far too much importance whattabout the ear? whattabout. umm. the ear. is it sexy?Continue reading “Ending Eve”

gate gait yr stride thru those doors plate plait the porcelain twisted fate fait what is done is done

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the mirror is a mirror, nothing more until, one day, it is a door beyond the mirror stage of love what antiques will I find in those dusty little rooms? what small notes and messages will I find left behind? luvrs quarrels n spits n spats n soft words like “i’m here b” i’m here

there are days where u will have to fight tooth and nail and other days where it all comes ur way and still u will want to wail n fight bc that’s what u expect that’s the day to day so I don’t know how to act when I get up but I’m ready toContinue reading “those days”

rush hour exhibitionism I wave and dance catch ur eye from yr Mercedes-Benz Toyota, Tesla, or Pontiac Vibe rush hour voyeurism u call out to me at a cross-walk and I’m too excited to see u really to talk cruising is queer survival crossing scents on the blood hound trail – to those that wouldContinue reading “rush hour exhibitionism”