how
much disdain do you feel bleeding, Edward
for
things that crawl under skin
tell
me where and how
to
wear my crown
of
holier than thou too
thin
bleeding each base instinct
in
a bowl with crack pipe old lips
my
devils are told this is the way
to
a hands-on adrenalin turn-knobbing
the
entrances that use the velvet rope
to
drum up more business
while
the windows empty shell
the
dusty road between the written
and
all of our dreams
this
is where lawless art
will
exist after currency
is
no longer a valid excuse
to
carve an identity that the wind
has
wrapped claws around this planet with
a
thousand-million days of clawing
caged flesh in aisle capped displays
piecing
adornment for selling
quick-set
memories
in
foam spittle bricks
that
the tanneries pay for
with what
we thirst for
in
a quickening that frames
life
into leathered vignettes
in
all the Saturday nickelodeons
we
are kite riding
where
the vespered howls
careen
the edges of every abyss
our
humanity deep kisses
our
disconnect with
the
strange comfort
of
undiagnosable silhouettes
leaning on the corners
of
ignorance and Divine
this
is what Darwin
rationalized
at times
jig-sawing
the puzzle
of
human eyes
fitting
what was needed
to
make sense of something
as
dark as a rusted soul
looking
for a herd gathering
into
the sweet grasses
with
the sea waiting below
as
if an endless mouth of birth
discovery
and the cycle end
of
death by Sun
we
are each season
we
are every heartbeat alive
we
are forever crawling
swimming,
flying or otherwise buying
we
are always moving
we
are a rhythm corded
we
are our desire for more
we
are our willingness
to
wade towards
each
part of our unhinge
we
are the vulgar and the sin
we
are everything
that
light gets in
EJR
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