I want sins like sentences
flowing from one to the next and only when put all together
would they tell the story from start to end
of why it isn't enough.
¬ A.Whisper
lost a lover, gained love
left the country and
followed the cutout
of the Nile at night,
laid restless underneath African
skies, further beneath
sapphire-blue insect nets,
wept on the beach of
the volcanic lake
Langano, drunk, as if there
was nothing more
spectacular than sadness.
drove atop mountains
in a white Isuzu
avoiding suicide
with last minute
jerked turns. crawled
from beneath blankets
in Istanbul and counted
the steps to the bazaar,
the dizzying ruins of buildings
and streets of the old city,
still in use, tangling me in
adventure and confusion
and baklava.
I wrote a short story and
another, I gained a dog
so beautiful
i've a talent in
turning men into gods.
i sow their voices
into commandments and
their breaths into
creation.
how he gives me life.
how he takes it away.
you talk about royalty when you're drunk by tragicvista, literature
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you talk about royalty when you're drunk
cotton mouth, jaeger tongue, woke you up
at 5 am, just had to kiss you again
and again
if love isn’t a starry drunk stupid thing
then i don’t want it
of course i won’t say this but i’ll try
to taste like it
i’ll try to write it on your soft skin
when you’re fast asleep
and i’m high out of my mind
i’ll write
i’ll forgive you
for anything
in the white sand
of your body
in hopes that no tide will come
to wash it away
literally, a quesadilla by fake-theory, literature
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literally, a quesadilla
more than you will
ever understand,
you smell like
an impressionist
painting. cigarettes,
new car, shirt stuck
to skin. laughing:
I wonder what
would happen if we
fucked right here,
sacriligiously.
no nerves,
just confidently lacing
the space between
planets with electric
light