now that the streets are stripped
and keys lock themselves in defiance,
should nudity blind the eyes of minors?
now that the streets are filled with dry tongues
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We met at a bar in Birmingham on a night
When booze baptized you
And the world lost its shape:
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If in my sleep tonight I cut the ropes
And hear not the bell that wakes the day
Say me a prayer
That all may carry my songs to dark
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Through my half-open window,
She breezes in unguarded, wearing warmth
As gloves and whistling atonal tunes: Lights out.
My radio sleeps too.
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I
rise with your troubles from where you lay,
the love you seek here left last night.
she left with all her mementoes too.
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purple robes adorn our bodies
as stench from decaying
limbs signal turbulence.
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Sinners must go to hell or so I’m told.
That is, if they repent not.
Preachers’ picture of hell is doom. Hell is no home.
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Dry petals, broken filaments and anthers
Make mockery of my balcony,
These frowning flowers tell poignant tales.
On Val’s eve, they bloomed. Their scents wafted
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When journeys begin and end at the beginning,
We question the place where life vanished.
When a flowery pen’s ink was snatched and spilt;
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