i’m still beholden
to you,
beloved bearded
muse-
i’ve grown defenseless
to refuse,
traces of our darkest
rouge
taint boudoir
pane
each time we play
to lose.
stream o0f conscious
fuck me fix this
drink
so i can taste
sweat,
don’t look me
in the
eye
incase you find
what you
like’s
grown cold as
stiff,
plunged without first
glancing
into shallow pond
at base of
cliff.
chewed through pencil,
lead tip smudge
loose leaf torn up, worn
off grudge.
streetlight sweats
through
curtains drawn from
dusk till
dew
like greasy
glue
upon petals
part
overexposing
heart.
teasing lyrics from
flat scenery,
rerevising dirty
poetry,
no one reaches me
where you
do..
you find it
lonely
too?
Gored
by horns of
vices
chasing solace within
madness
of
glitch moon
spun
to
face..
to face with
no one.
dismissed as threat
to public,
swatting bat wings
at pass-out
spots,
pitching buttered
popcorn
at
parade of lawmen
mowing-
overperforming-
hand in
coat
plucking tightrope
to hear it
snap
zap crackle pop
of coke-can
candle..
wax sucked from
the tap.
kindled by bonfire of
keepsakes,
a toothless kid still lingers,
likes his candy
by the nickel by
the shovel
sucker sticks in
pockets
stuck
together,
in back row of splash
paint bus,
mostly friendly
girl’s face
that pretty shade
of dirty-
shrugs like age won’t
waste us.
rush empty
now-
everyone
out
of spun web
mouth,
on fog breath
routes,
reflection’s
grey..
frostbitten
teeth
latch coward
needs
gums bled to
drought
don’t reach
for me
no matter
depth,
not of my
head-
the genie’s
out.
these bloodless
fingers
tap cinders from
unlit cigar,
smog billows
within,
the
char of
black tea breath
on skim milk
skin,
bathwater swirls,
i clutch at
pearls
like
stars liquify
once peeled from eyes..
do sting
in warning winds.
hands in the garden 
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