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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
Host to 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
they fixed your liver but broke my heart equal switch in the eyes of science and my inner scars are deeper than your outer memories of pain I used to love you and still do but you killed me and us slowly as you healed and shrank and stopped watching me as I [...]
No one can tell you when to grieve Anymore than when to Love Both rush in without the asking Or creep upon you slowly with a dagger and a smile The blade slides in smooth long cold and slowly turns Giggle Moan Weep like a child Vanity sports
Whiskey. Willie. Your god damned hanging on. You look at empty spaces just as you look at me. Nothing. Then Someth … No. Nothing. Go on. Go. Please. For your loving wife. For your daughter. On the edge of a cliff. For you. Most of all. For you. To death, Father. To death. I love [...]