somewhere between feeling
heroin-faint and coffee-wired-electric, shaky,
frail--like outer earthly being; like
skinny, tip-toe dancing, dizzy with infatuation
(& all of those what ifs!)--
and never wanting to use my dick again,
I fall asleep

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there were nights when i wanted to call,
but i never did

such is the love i have
to give

Cover one eye with two fingers; now you have a reference point, your thoughts can begin to take shape. Twenty, fifteen, ten years ago, what kind of person were you? What kind of person are you now?

(Muchos gracias, A.)

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I awake in a way like everything else.
But, in a way, I am still only one.

Wind
howls at me thru solemn sleep
and I howl back at the wind. Drop acid kisses
onto dusty fingertips & stretch wide the majestic
body, ever heavy, shaking,
till the mind melts its glaze of worry
over barren limbs waving limp and null.

I languish alone.

when there is little to love i can stay
in my room
in my bed or my chair, in my thoughts
eyes closed w/ one hand over the mouth, the
other
pointing at the sky

and cry:

i open the window and my life is
there: a great field
stretching shadowed and thin; looking
more
like a dog than a life--
and a wet dog at that ( Read more... )

some days I sit and watch the moon;
other days, the grass

death is simple

New dawn greets me like a new depression ( Read more... )

It went like this:
...
I open up my wallet
and it's full of blood