Poems.

Ants crawl black on dirty spoon

Crushed cans cradle spent cherries

of lazy cigarettes

Ashing low on summer's hum

And we have our full cans

Sweat run down their cool curves

And we dream those metal curves

skin and muscle

And to be drunk instead from your mouth

And your eyes

I'd trade all these assholes

And this desert of a porch

But only for an afternoon

Else who would I tell about you.

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In love I found confusion

and in confusion I found a mirror

and in the mirror, sadness

and in the sadness, a realization, an awareness

and in awareness, joy

and in joy, life

and in life, death

and in death, God

and in God, love.

And I threw away the mirror

and bound myself to an oak

and said from here I won't move,

Goddammit.