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We defined Hate
She and I
as light bled into the serotonin soaked morning
Hate! we decreed, sleep and disparate longings tugging at our eyes,
Hate is the feeling of full Love and understanding
that leaves you in a state of repulsion…
New York
Your repugnant streets of filth and spasm
make me Love you and understand you
all too completely
New York
Your Bodegas
no-star five-star low-end high-end slung together
in a Bazaar of glut and orgasm
New York
The place where I fell out of Love with the Old
and fell in Love with the New
New York
The place where I found a thin slice of enlightenment
reading in parks
wandering, searching, vomiting in streets and
worshiping to self-made gods
with glorious dance dance dance
New York
Where I met myself, forgot myself
and then remembered everything with too much clarity
that I once again forced myself to forget
New York
Where I learned truth isn’t for anyone
but the mad, the lovesick, the awkward and the lonely
New York
Home of the Ginsbergian Moloch(!), the Orwellian Future, My Great Longing
and the dreams of Millions
all frustrated, broken yet endlessly hopeful
New York
Home to the heart, mind and body that I Love
for the shortest interval imaginable
ending before its begun
What have I done!
New York
Home
I Love You
I Hate You
I Love You still, in spite of this
New York
Home
I must leave you
and learn to Love you less
Passing East to West to East Side
We’re always East or West of Somewhere
Delineations, small bits and digits
to give us comfort.
I’m East.
I’m West.
I’m I. Comfort.
Here, I say, take this finger. It’s a digit, too.
No thanks, you say, it’s shriveled and smells funny.
That’s true, I say. But that means its precious. One day we’ll be shriveled […]
Perfect moments. Quiet walks through parks, Central and Hyde.
Remembrances and visions of ghosts.
The void was plain in those spaces and I embraced it as though it was the time of my death.
Death. Embrace of the void. Acceptance most plain and final and joyous.
We are nothing. We are everything. We are all and none and in […]
Shield and Armour - Mask of Order peeling away, blistered failing paint
And beneath, the rust and essence, hairy-naked-madness, lusty passion and lonesome Honesty
Broken, mumbling, solitary Honesty
smiling with broken teeth, arrestingly beautiful and stinking
I pray to my God - bent low, prostrate before It, pleading, laughing
Crying for audience - Please God! Stab my Loves to […]