Inkblot Gutters

be there near lamplights flickering
near secret gutter compartments
howling in the breeze
choking on urine stained water...

i know what you live for.

these clawing loves scratch at my arms
as i push their bones under the surface...
the moon is dressed and handsome,
such a loosely begging furnace...

fueding coral graves
dusting w/ dead flowers atop dead prowlers.

i know what you fuck for.

breathe with me
every bit of tonight
soak in the stars
through nostrils...
like tender lines of coke tonight

snow white powders blinding,
sunken ink blots
broken sun skies
promises will send you to hell
if only you learn to hope.







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