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all directions from the same place



all directions from the same place 
don’t lead to the same place
  that’s why you’re a butterfly
     and I, a moth, but one family
         the abandoned lawn
            but I care about you
        you need to know your battles
   and how to choose your directions



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Citizen John

Am I a foul fellow when the house is longer than this morning? Am I the designer of the living room that doesn’t encourage formality, because we’re associated with rigid boundaries? I’m the next citizen of an affluent hovel. I’ll be the next coastal lowland along any gulf & hearing your voice, pattering on every rooftop, I cover all the island-dotted lakes with your shadow. Somewhere within, a breath produces vapour, making the sauna feel even hotter. Now if my shop doesn’t pay you, it means my family goes hungry. No public property is written off here. You’re the capital of these floating islands, a nice account in the only bank here, you can take my people for a holiday to May Isle. I get a bit of capital, nothing is your own, is it? It’s for her, my daughter in a white mask.

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The Pace of Large Prospect in Tea Abbey


A partly cloudy day befalls the stage;
Actors from left to night remain a page.

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A Pub Halfway to the Heavy Affair

The largest part of this abandoned warehouse

for creative dilemma is still in the ash medium

from you reach.

Though you’ve part of this morning haze that won’t go unrecognized.

Now that we’ve finally managed to right away ahead of our views across the bridge, it seems that elsewhere you’ve made every effort to prove yourself with your wrongly right-minded people, an iota of one-dimensional news data will be at all our throats.

We taste our sweat.

I must leave you now.

Suddenly, I feel better.                        

That’s why you’re still a business man & that’s been at least 20 years.

You remember how they were treated with such suspicion of the rage surged up inside

& we can’t surmise what happened.

You know something about this result that surpassed my expectations.

This is a surplus land, a flash & one of those immaculate English smiles on the beetle-browed face.

 

                                            That cultural shock we’ve had, we’ve covered from the rest of us

we’re determined never to surrender, we’ve plenty of those surges as well.                                             This is just behind the beefy man. This is not a Russian-American exchange project.

            It’s far            too far from your surly waitress who’s bathing today at your place.        I see it under surveillance

 

but the sewers burst again for the second time this season.

 

                                      But you’re still the man who’s as slim as a teenager in old clothes

I can’t be very well leaving all the terms out. This is all there

                                                                                with a lot of lines on the forehead. I maintain your coiffure for good. Remember you’re still a conscientious objector in a uniform, a colony of citadel, breathing, you get comeuppance at the end of the play.          This isn’t too happy, if I may add. Kind of tired, you know?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 






 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

 

 


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Chaperoning

The clinic feels like                            Alcatraz.
There’s no escape in                         this love.
I feel a growing sense                        of alarm
when you don’t return                    that night.
The doctor decides to                   sound calm
& I’m coerced into negotiating a settlement.

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Young Widow

I’ve sold winter coldness to those who’re huge in their chests oncorners of these abandoned streets, where bars aren’t happy with myfootprints in front of every door. Where I hit myself at close range. Where I pay a price to win no game. However, she’s worked all her lifeto bring up all her children within this magical world of theatre & music.She’s convinced that these children won’t fail to understand & accept opera& early rehearsals. I'm bedridden waiting. Welcome to a pigheaded house. Welcometo your fate that befalls many emigrants you plant like beets beside the beetleto see new growth. Welcome to where you don’t fancy a beer before bier afterthe funeral. Something is bedraggled from the hedgerow & that’s your ex’sspecial brand. However, the twigs are dry & brittle, & cracked beneaththeir feet from the beginning. Her children are looking for more spaciouspremises after that premeditated murder in a blighted area where I prescribe hera daily diet chart.

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                                                   it’s still brick
                                                     everywhere in the City
                                                       especially Downtown
                                                              I wrap the next mula
                                                                 for my pocket
                                                                  and catch NYC whip
                                                                 I stop in the Burg
                                                                   inside your bodega
                                                                  I listen to myself for 
                                                                 the first time from the box
                                                                this bop electrifies my brolic
                                                                while I sip hot Regular Coffee
                                                                still waiting for your yerrr
                                                             what’s happening at FiDi
                                                             fuhgeddaboutdit
                                                        I schlep no fronting
                                                       cuz my B is always 
                                                      your word again
                                                      that’s deadass
                                                       the shunts 
                                                        dissenting 
                                                         minorities 
                                                          and deep 
                                                     conflicts out 
                                              of camera range 
                                            I twxt the worlds
                                        from Alphabet City

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there's no true lovers

there’s no true lovers
but just lovers who never change
               so at this party morning
                     we create a situation 
and you join us for the wedding
            I just want to hold closer
                I just want to whisper 
                              a song to you
                                I’m finding
                         a strange way
                      to love people












all directions from the same place 
don’t lead to the same place
  that’s why you’re a butterfly
     and I, a moth, but one family
         the abandoned lawn
            but I care about you
        you need to know your battles
   and how to choose your directions



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Sappho

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
You have named your daughter Sappho
you have named the hills with halo.
We take the next walk to a room
fed with different hues about blume
its chaining unbridled powers 
bring the central motif in hours.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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I can't be












I can’t be
 sharing 
 my body  
 with you  
 who’s now a shallow pool 
 though the room is offices
 I can hear them panting now
   his saliva wet every bedsheet
he’s your boss
          your CEO
            I’m quite 
             resistant
           to reform
          proposals
  


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