aloft alone
purgatory in its sincere blue
the cold so true

curvature
and statue stealth
the cities steam
with common wealth

I've yet
to turn over
I've yet to stir the dog
dreaming at my feet
while others have
gone
started shifts
driven cars
tested the cold
that grips the land
for months and
days

Dreamed into dreams
I awake you
happy
the summer lake
alive with the hive
drone of motorboats
and I blink
and its autumn
turned its appellant
red like wax seals
on oak desks
vernaculeam
study halls
cold jobs
in worn trucks

my pack of cuba
worn HOLLYWOODS
worn like I
toured of the life
and times
in hurdy gurdy love
and dishonor
the corner where
i found you
a sponsor
to the dark lair
and passenger
lust
walking streetstride
apparition style
we arrive covered
in the cities salt dust

Tame is a verb
the storms
the turf we
went over
from wrists
to ankles
heels to nose

the club music
thudding in our
chests
our middles
our sex
awakening
what we thought
best set
aside
It strode in
and took us
over

outside
the stars are
crule
conspirators
and we crude
perform
lost in heat
and daze

the ghost house
trance mix
the vodka fire
the candy potions
dimming our eyes
softening our
claws
we take
the fingers to squeeze
and take
and hold

asleep
crashed
the little fan
wanders with its head
humming
the single eye
of the laptop
a blue star
on hold

wish wish
little bird
the years
and light
and darkness
merge

before dawn
in the thick
of black
you will
speak in depths
and watch
my back

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