Junkie
Drawn and French-Quartered
Like a derailed streetcar
named demand
the
misinformative years
of an unhappy youth
that
lost its marbles
and came unglued with airplane cement
then jagged window pane -
must now chase the dragon,
the
force of habit
hopelessly
devoted to the
united colors of benzedrine.
Malignant
In these bastard
arms I clutch
you like a chore -
your beauty
now foreign as
my cravings.
On this make-
shift
bed I
warm you like cold
porridge
as we come the innocent,
deadened
by
the touch
of truant
affection and rancor
by
the
truckful.
Imperfect
strangers
hip-weaved at wrong angles
and
vacillating
so
malignant together.
Aurora Metropolis
Tonight
a halogen
umbrella
stains the handsome sky
and
clouds dangle
unripened
on the haze
of aurora
metropolis.
Frowning
night
made incendiary
from
the glint and glimmer
of
subtopian splendor
ignites projects
slouching below
malignant and weeping -
marmalized
in a jerrican of optimism.
Somewhere
flickering in the safe distance
the white highlands majestic
and
isolate -
unbalanced on livid rock,
a melancholy
herd
slumbers in the happy rut they've dug -
though spent candles
burnt
at both ends
just
wax ineloquently.
Tonight
I hear
the torch song of
the borough
awaken the mutual load of moans
where
unsoothing noises
whine gentle into
that good night.
Crash
Cowering in a cold corner
with my one good eye
on
the side of my face
I contemplate the familiar creature
advancing.
Grandiose
jaw bones
booming decibels of unknown cant
bare
it
the
shadow engulfs me.
I
take to flight
and
impress the landing
clutching the bannister
- soiled
trousers
cling
to blemished ankles,
tiny fingers fall gripless and
I
am air
born
again.
One
day
they
will discover
the wreckage
and
send investigators
to pull me blue
into
the black box.
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