poetry that aj sent me
#1
nails and veils,
coroners and corridors,
a single glint of light is a casual sight,
asuale like the bed room lives of the polly-amour's,
and there it is,
me alone,
slightly stoned,
waiting for a ship to come in.
#2
love letters from a krylon army,
grapphittied love notes,
i love you or I think I do,
i suppose you know all that all ready
#3
i am here again,
maybe there again,
probably somewhere in the middle.
in the middle of the annex with lou reed fanatics,
in a diner both with hands clasped to my chest,
praying for coffee,
this is my altar with jesus christ crucified in coffee stains
#4
picks and passes wait to toch long,
what's on,
listen to kids cuss a song,
what's wrong?
a disheveled bed,
walking instead,
walking down the street till barely exist,
but these simple thought persist.
like a train,
on destination across the plains,
I mean aprroched with slight disdane,
'till I hardly exist
#5
one singular sensation,
some where between shame and elation
an ecstasy
only felt by two or three,
never four or more.
with a score
of years and a few more beers
I am sure the night will be ok
