into the
shower
and remembering all
the women
the hungover mornings
their eyes
gentle
as they scrubbed my
cock
and back
their hair
heavy
in my hands
the way the
water
dripped
over their
cunts
like rain
over a rose
bud
their hands were so
soft
so compassionate
half dead
they resurrected me
with soap
and a smile
but today
there is only a
single
cockroach
in here
with me
i imagine its
female
but i drown her
with my
hangover
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breathing the ash
of old wamac
over a dollar fifty
beer
an old town
that has become
new
again
half the town
burnt
to the
ground
forty years ago
they only rebuilt the
dives
and the liquor stores
and it’s the closest thing
ive ever seen
to eden
the gods
sit
on the stools
up front
and speak as they
always have
in a drunken
slur
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for the past year now
i have been consumed
by the need
to flee
this city
i want to become a
refuge
but im barely
paying
my bus pass
i dream of finding
a city
bathed
not in sunlight
but in shadow
and rain
where the
jobs
and women
are easy
and where the
popping
of bottles
can be heard
as soon as you
step
outside
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