(lifeforms) The Number You Have Reached Has Been Disconnected

perfectly painted
my pained reflection
noticing names
fanning old flames
in the garden of imperfections

Amongst the mold, old stories
and historic lines
my mind rolls back,
dirt floors
shacks
the wooden forms
that formed
the bristles
in the attacks

is it my name
or the other name
is my face in the same place
or is it smashed in again
your alleyway drunk
vagrant's demise
the bag of mystery
in the he must have been sad
for some reason
you know, don't you know
don't you quiet now, leaf-less, lifeless
lifeform, formless, before the storm,
raining non-stop,
soda laid over playbills fizzing into the gutter of the sunday mornings
of eternal nowheres
the last few bubbles
erupting and bursting
into the dank
drunk tank
darkness.

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In the void, cement tastes the same as rainbows

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What wasted words will I share with someone who won't want to remember me?

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...

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...and then?

Untitled # 232

from conscience to
unconsciousness
to off; lights
hotel room ghost closets
or smashed bridal apparitions
full of unmitigated doom
everyone's asleep
in the tall towers
above

below
in the traffic
the din
the boom
Can belts Pnoom
the way the cars
scratch and melt in to day
clawing their way across the wasteland
of dead dinosaurs
crushed into metaphor
silver waves surfing like trees
floating in the air
over a dead isle
the city is quiet
no fight left
in her warm shadows
the diamonds and the shimmering
sidewalks and the grit and
the piss.

what you worked for
gone in a instant
the moment
that we live for
the wind
the cinders
and the glitter
borne away on tides
and turned into glass