batsose

Standing Eiffel
Your transparent,
unshakeable
Figure drawing
my gaze transfixed,
An impoverished
skin seeks the sun
your smile opens
Coy at its edge
eyes sell naivet,
but brow wrinkles
it's concern

A memory breath
Look away 'fore
Longing shreds
the remains of
my will- standing
ground of a
dedicated man

The last time I saw you
there was no pain,
nothing seemed hidden behind the smiles
what was it you couldn't talk about?

For years, preachin' to those kids
"never shoot alone,"
they found you in the bathroom,
fuckin' Narcan in your bag
slumped over,
the blue faded from your eyes
aganst all advice
alone...

The thing that gets me the most
is not the...
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Mackeral back flip
She slips away from me
And jettisons herself out of my bed

Strange concave creases left in the sheets
the only memorabilia left, besides
the stange shadowy images in my head

She grabs a random sock and my shirt
and tells me she must go home
and shower before she works

Promising she'll return my shirt as she scoots out the door...
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Coffee shop girl update

One considers the Bjrk concert tonite her "Burning man," which sort of frightens me a little... sort of... The second apparently is good at riding the mechanical bull, which confirms the fact that she is just fuckin' cool.

I don't know how I feel about Bjrk. The name itself evokes that old drinking joke about sellin' Buicks Now if you drink...
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Coffee shop girls

I like to chat-up coffee shop girls. I get my coffee at two regular places; in the morning at Duboce Park cafe, which is on my way to work and the second is Brainwash. Now when I say "chat-up" I don't necessarily mean in a flirtatious way, but just talk about stuff. At Brainwash it gets pretty philosophical, we often talk about...
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Crush

My obssession has ceased to be fulfilling
thoughts parade in a circle
showing each other colored plumes
headdress and the fancy dance

When I need the piercing Sun dance.
A pole and four days without water
My desire dries up...
then maybe I'll forget her name.

Salt

Tongues tied
Passing salt
You, Some brilliant ocean
slamming against my beach

Breath waves
Fumes of heat
Me, the long distance runner
wreathing in exhaustion

The memory sits on my tongue
As I stare at the tarmac
Waiting to go home.

Gravity

A floating amniotic trance
My love swirls around her
an appendage stretches free
like flowers from the dirt rising toward the sun
Masking the fear of loss
My hypnotic parade marches on
Seeking a destiny of uncertain suffering
a matriculation for an alternate education.

Love is like gravity
Two bodies drawn toward each
Part proximity, part density
Laws strictly applied that not even reason...
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Lucid

That moment... reflection of our train
superimposed on the car behind
through the window in between.
An image of people
walking through each other...
staring, frozen, my head
bobbled with the motion of the train
and... I realized I was awake.

"I don't want to be in love, I just want to be an artist"
Blue lines crinkle across the baristas forehead
she is telling me this while bristle face waits for his beer
"You can't be an artist and not be in love."
She starts to take his order and then stops between "on" and "tap,"
and looks at me, her eyes can't allow what...
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