CLOACOL EVIDENCE

MY DREAMS are secret destroyers
while i sleep in bed and my desire
is a piece to gain (oh, yea. love)
eACH one (desire) thought alone
Sing, they are right to sing
but they sing destroying cities.

That lonely way you kill yourself.

Frayed MOIST NIGHT
(i’ve been weeping alone for one
more show) Shall we endure you a bit Longer?
(What you got?) Shall never shake.
Cloacal evidence so cold!
Spent. Within each other’s eyes.

THEIR NIGHTS OF DESIRES
EXHAUSTED only to dream
of dying and cruel words.

IN SPITE of all the rains of deranged
thoughts and words torrents of stone
labors of foam___ rancor of loose Jesus
eyes: without hope.

In spite of my anger I’m still just
a lonely soul : in spite! With a safety
pin stuck inside our side we shall shout
and take our minds where we want it to be.

:: 11.20.2021 ::