Sunday, September 12, 2010

Remembrances (outside the Peculiar Pub, NYC '01)

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The concrete seas melt to sunflower sour

as junkies fix on the tides.

Sweetened smells off sulfur ghosts

light small talk piss on ash and steel

with a sickness black to white to brown to gasoline combustion.

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She can seldom know why it's never ending

as refusal licks clean the remains.

Darkened stains of abandoned thoughts

spread soft and steady down Bleecker

until it flowers green to gray to grime to through and through corrosion.

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1 comment:

  1. "sunflower sour" i can almost taste that description of color

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