so many times I HAPPENED near the avenue of alleys dim where BOYS UNBLESSED by wings appear to hide and seek in doorways, swim in clothes that seem ill-fit for hips these CURS THAT ROAM, their skin surveyed as fur comes loose and VIRTUE SLIPS from smiles fake like lemonade --- too tart to quench their thirst, will feed with MOUTHS and parts, if CRACKS and cleft I count myself as SPILLING SEED untold the times as lone I left but THERE WAS ONE who stayed the glow unhurried roac

he hadn’t shared a meal with others since he’d FOUND HIMSELF in debt and minus home a hobo seeking rest and work, our prince forgot the meaning Seasons.. this UNKNOWN as AUTHOR, ACTOR, ARTIST lacking aim invited hardly ever, end of year to turkey dinners, Christmas Eves, THEY CAME AND WENT without a no one wanting near --- and so it goes, November feeling strange December mornings HOPING fate might shift if POEMS THAT HE WROTE could trigger change receive a humble invite.. st

might happen start of SEASON, shift when nights and mornings trade.. a slowing dark and light with LAZY DRIFTING heaps of snow, no reason owing save for maybe something switches ON or OFF, is all depending things we HOLD as treasured riches stuff we lose in life’s unbending --- there we find the END of year with sparkles teasing green and red on SILVER STREETS, their windows queer all elves and toys, a tiny bed of hay in humble manger, sheep who shiver in the cold.. WAS BORN

DIRTY SONG that makes you worm who crawls and leaves its slime-like phlegm is you that SWEATS on dancefloor, learning joy of ooze, is one with them who LOSE their shirts in piles, smoking lips and hips in greedy flows that grind amid their pelvis, SOAKING jeans and pits in knowing knows.. --- I never left the bar that night when saw him ROLL in bourbon poses jiggerfuls of fingers light upon my face, were RENDING ROSES petals falling ‘bout the parts where BUTTONS FAIL if deni

a seizing of his back, the arc is slight with leaning into wood, the ARTIST’S BRUSH belies the what’s important, what is tight when denim seems to lower, SLIPPING.. crush --- on subject, could be no more than a son who wandered CROSS the field when saw a man and EASEL there to scribe, a feeling one with boy who lingered.. whispered hidden plan.. --- “I’ve never been a one to dally free nor wear a shirt if SKIN IS FINE for those who like the art I bring to FENCE and TREE will

unable read the wherefores, GUESSED at all the unknown reasons why despite ATTEMPTS at love addressed was still alone.. could mystify the greatest MINDS and GURUS, men who circle mazes, climbing shrubs of tangled WEBS and RIDDLES when the best of us might soak in tubs --- as ponder life in UNATTENDED variations, shadows only asking SOAP and WATER, “When did life become this evening lonely.. Why do I have many towels more than one is WASTED COTTON.. How I pen in RHYMES and VOW

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