Of you...

These pains are not constant. They come and go like wind in our sails. Solace found only in pictures. I don’t want to be of you anymore. Of the next thing, universe never shift. This parking lot is full of night creatures that don’t feed, but rather eat that which is leftover. Now is your pretend but my realwalk off and talk-aloud. Elusion in our grasp. You are the yearning, you are the needful. I’ve lost too much water from my eyes to be bothered by any drought. Vile paintings and the molds you cast do not resemble me. I have become something unassembled, through a perspective easily attained. It’s not righteous to make the beverage from the river bank silt, you must wade out and wait. Avoid being pushed downriver by the strong current, use your weight. Avoid. Step away. Be cautious.

Anhk-st

I coulda been a hippie, then AIDS hit the Haight/ and this isn’t beatnik black but the shadow of my heart/ that gleams through my skin as my particles begin to part/ no godwords, just quotes from my friends that drive to me build and ark/ for a time in the future when the ice melts/ eyefills of tears/ the burning under my feet, as I lurk barefoot on the asphalt/ sidewalk blues/ coffeehouse pretention/ I’ve blabbered enough walkaways and friendship kills to extort my way to heaven/ long roads, heaving the poison of industry/ of progress/ of dementia, suspicion, and the anxiety of the towers collapsing in jetfuel cookery/ the answers are writing on the fibers of fuzz the cloud my cubicle grey/ shelfed in academia, and somehow translated by the greys/ you are product number elusive/ stupefied from your innocence by inoculations and schooling/ we are you and I, now inseparable/ I’ve left the faucets on a slow drip so the freeze wont kill the pipes/ I saw life swing low from around your neck