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While Homeless.The night is cold and the cold is dark out here.

Sirens swirl in some other world over the bridge,
they cannot help me here.

The green paint on the bench almost makes a pattern
out of cracks but I cannot discern it.

The streetlight is too bright for sleep
but my mind could shine on my eyes in its place;
that is to say my brain synapses light up the underside of my face.

Water does soak through a free coat.

Time is gone with those planks leaving lines on my face,
it is always night here and only this street corner exists.

The water is too wet for sleep
but my mind could soak my body in its place;
that is to say my regrets could ch

We Broken Things.Something like this is bound to
  leave a few holes in you.
Pick up the bird
  with a broken wing:
Teach it how to
  sing.

Someone like you is always ready
  to walk on the rope and get steady.
I admire you
  like a broken string-
Worthless for awhile, just reuse the
  thing.

Somehow we made it through with
  ignorance of common myths.
The parts of you missing
  make you aerodynamic,
But your skin isn't porcelain, it's whitewashed
  ceramic.

And a rock is a boulder is a pebble is a beach
  is a memory I have from the old "yo

colombia. mattress. highway.trivial was our only friend
on Rivieras for the Frenchmen
my best wishes I do send
for those speaking in verses

our self-pity was well rehearsed
as we pored over lists of verbs
to have our successes reversed
and our prides sent home in hearses.

~

when i find myself stirring in the middle of the night
to be close to a boy that i don't like
because i can pretend that he is someone better
it might be time to remove my sweater

fully revealed to the world without my tight pants
dropping the weak wrist and whimpering accent;
yes, i'll be straight for a little while
since when i'm not lonely i manage smiles.

~

two overlapped songs

Birth.Veins blue and red
Navigate a skull.

New ideas formed in the pink of the cull.

A domination-self-esteem-god complex
Traced in the constellations
Courses through the veins in circumnavigations.

A glass womb built inside us all,
A seeping strength cracks the 4th wall.

The birth of an interaction between
here and there,
The birth of beginning.

A seeping strength inside us all,
A glass womb built with cracked walls.

A birth with no death in 84 years
or ever at all,
A birth of no end.

A morning sickness crawls.

XXX - In The Picture Frame.the heat wave faded away
and i have cried quite enough

the sky is purple on the dunes
a thundercloud above ocean sway

just a storm and i alone in the picture frame;

it's been a month and i can't look at you

the way i used to do.

i'll be in an airplane soon
after quite a long delay,
forgetting won't be rough.

XXIX - Tangle of Highways.Please pick up the telephone,
I have something to say that no one knows
I left a scar under your clothes
Weaves and winds like a spring road

And under every little stone,
I have something I just need to show
I left you in your final throes
An atlas that couldn't take the load.

A TANGLE OF HIGHWAYS
A glorious mistake
Wasted days, severed pays, runaways never say

Why? Why? Why? My
Side step went wide
I made you laugh
But then you cried.

Why? Why did I
Slip out the side?
I was not there
When you died, died.

The bell tower speaks in hallowed tones,

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