Wikipedia Poem, No. 821
headwound, don't worry so much about wrinkled
slacks or the nightmare camera between yr teeth
tattoo hiphop horizontal stripes don't look at the
tamarind talent or good looks mallet or mace
the empire state business
bumbles around uncomfortable
speak to the glass between black eyes tied essence precede
ten stops from divinity
see the guy like my midsection ineffable
i continuously write over loved ones less a nice
colorful hat these people
substation of ground stibnite
whip above no bright drugs
no drugs no drugs no drugs
in an attempt to
warm the sun clawing glass between
blackeyed bus stops
i hold my
phone above my head
everythinking glass a soulfried essence
preceding: he's dead
my ten piece electro band
won't you snap for us, little roman arch?
want you to leave someplace funny
when you go on grindr hookups just to have a thruway
i had to have someplace to stay with a star
so i had to have you — stay! — and you go anyway
The thing is wide & white
But bearing a ring of amber
Which carries across memory
_like a whisper-washed hair or
Blade, but I think back on her question
And yes, I am killing myself adoringly
Melting my body to the mat
For this knuckle of pint. When I think
Of her the follies rise,
Precepts enjamb in pain, a sweet round
Aftertaste stalking the long dark nap.
Don’t change a word. You
Are wise & wind torn & yr ears are tuned
Frequencies — the grass whimpers above each follicle
Lip quivering by truth-run conceit. We have
Suffered, but in my ocean, beside your ocean, …
I think: “Bare it,” I say.
you locked the door behind, you what else
could i do? you were young, i wanted more.
in his suicide note K dreamed about
Freddie — admired, envied — never locked
their door. silent, wind and highway light crawling
sharp, i remember you mad against
the white brick wall posed as imperfection.
i had the locksmith come as a favor
he couldn’t have known, what else could he do?
i thanked him with cash, the actor performed.