History

What happened to us?,
and whatever didn't
became real..

3 AM

Under the pandora of all street hymen's
she stood with her arm,resting like a pet
in the other,
i sniffed,customarily
for the place hounded my liver
but tickled my groin,
She strolled about
dropping voids on the street
i was walking onto
Her breasts were something
i had been looking for yesterday
when sleep had been murdered
by the pastiness of my life
Like an epiphany from the grave
my heart ruptured down my skeleton
which was separated by this unbearable distance
from her feet,for she ran and ran
into the sunset,into the hollering alleys
until i realized,she was sad
and i wanted to be
as i spat,on a man's shoe
and spent a lifetime passing that corner....

Water's aisle

Crusaders,hanging on to rungs
of old ladders
left cultural notes that crowd the streets

Vivian who was a large shadow
in one such place

often broke down,like a pot of all the opera
that was left in corners to rot
staged to faces that had nothing but the floor to look at,
His feet wouldn't move when he had to piss,
so he looked for a new place every night
after sitting in the sun to dry,all day

Home is where the heart is

Is it anatomy to be poor in thought
or accidental to be poor in putting
it to words...