Mr. Mercury

sings in my ear
sweet whispers of hope
from beyond the grave.

I sit dans la place
awaiting le petite garcon.

The 'Angry Death Star'
is not so harsh in the cool
autumn wind and actually
brings a smirk to my face.

No metaphorical analogies.
pure
simple
easy
tolerance

two

I.

I can feel the glaring
stop.
It makes me feel like
and unwanted whore.

II.

The urge strikes.
However, the urge
not to stand is stronger
and loses the first
in a bog of
flirtation.

Pour citer le barde

cela me chante comme
je plie la blanchisserie
à un le matin.

"Essayant de trouver cet endroit tranquille,
là où habiter respire. Ne pas savoir est compréhension.
Venez va mais mon coeur bat juste plus rapidement."

Le soleil il m'a chauffé
la nuance il m'a refroidi
les rues ont été faites de la soie
fine lacé avec des tessons de verre
Je portais des chaussures
mais les semelles ont eu
courez légèrement.

dos

I.
"We're like two puzzle pieces...
...in a two piece puzzle."
-le petite garcon

II.
What an odd feeling here,
.bland.
As if I had been blanched
in salted water for 3 hours.

The warm smell

of empanadas
will never let me forget
ashtray cigarettes
or
that night I woke
convulsing cold
when the pavement
sucked the heat
from my body.

Riding the MAX
from here to
nowhere
and back again.

Killing time
until I have
time to kill.

Feeling nothing
as the world went
on without me.

sweet little kid

I am a woman
Oatmeal raisin cookies
Two a piece
Juice,
No,
Milk!
To the brim!
TO THE BRIM!!
Top Score

deux

I.

Rakind's
the one that
makes raw cats
and shoots to
the moon!

II.

I'm stuck somewhere
between crumbling
brick walls and a
palace made of
sapphires

Butterflies?

too(how) cliche
more like(akin too)

Rumbling Thunder
Ice Water in June
Your First Pet
Crisp, Fresh Linens
Bukowski Spouting Hope
Day 10 of Clean and Sober
Bread Pudding w/
Warm Maple Syrup

oh, and yeah(also)
Butterflies

Many people jog

at the waterfront.
A couple every ten
seconds,
or bikers,
walkers,
even a few trotters.

The homeless take up
post here at the
benches.
The street kids
hawk their drugs.

Now I sit,
with a boy I can't
read.
Little garcon.
I knew I wasn't
the only person
who could enjoy
The Boy Least Likely Too.

eerht fo seires a

I.

i unzip my bag only
slightly
reaching in without looking
because i've memorized
the feel of my belongings
my finger bursts with pain
and i pull out a crab

II.

concrete steps
don't watch what
i'm writing
B.O.A.I.S.Y.A.
CAVERN

III.

i hate sitting around
but the air's nice
crisp on the lips
hips
yep. i guess that's how
things go

A rolling stone

gathers no moss
but
kinetic energy is lacking
I'm backtracking
the streets
the squats
the sweeps

Lemon,
one stripe on her sweater
a technicolor marvel
I would need eye
implants to make
it more impactful
tactful

"Excuse me"
but my bag is caught
between nowhere
and the pole
to your left
theft

It's crowded for 4:30

the number 15 that is
normally I'm alone on this trip
but someone's with me this time
stonewall riots
pictures
a noticable odor
which noone notices
Katz on Friday
spectacular
ralucatceps
turn on to the bridge
and I still can't tell
what's on his mind

take long paper

lay it down
trace yourself
(or get some help)

now look
and see the things i see

my family
my world
and me

you're too thin
you're thin enough
i could be thinner

the object of my affection
the deliverer of my luck
unhappy, nay, unsatisfied

too bad
would be better
if i tried

i like who i am
i like what i be
i should end this with a rhyme
look and see

Imagine you are a tiger

in search of a mate
such as a woman
who speaks French

you go for a walk
then drown in paperwork
pen and ink down
you wait

the power of the body
hairy
land and sea

coffee coffee coffee
one tip: subtlety
aggressively passive aggressive

all in good time
I'll wait it out
I'm sure I'll be able
to read into it sooner
than later
later being in 30 years