Tuesday, May 27, 2014

every child of God is a brat

                                   Since the fall of man
                                   every child of God became brat
                                   individually we attempted
                                   engraving our rain degenerated wormholes
                                   into soiled timelines
                                   of futile grandiosity

                                   eastern tenement landing
                                   a Jew middle-age slum lord
                                   harasses juvenescent females
                                   into exploitative inebriation
                                   stale apartment hallways
                                   christened in bug spray & semen
                                   in from
                                   moonlit section eight balconies
                                   of euphoric recollection
                                   midnights spent star gazing
                                   through bent translucent bottles
                                   of lower shelf bourbon

                                   Enrique Sanchez
                                   working class resident
                                   one with the 42nd street ladies
                                   lit up like the fourth of July
                                   every macabre Sunday
                                   as placid evening
                                   reveals a week's grinding assent
                                  what we breathe for
                                  lambently resides
                                  within our daily domestic tribune
                                  of uncouth dog food bowls & mistaken laundry
   
                                  youth's irreproachable candle wax
]                                 melted decades ago
                                  beyond its invaluable wick
                                  indispensable years spent
                                  trying to resurrect 
                                  the dead doorman as
                                  assorted cadavers lay supine tonight
                                  spread out cross the village morgue
                                  Louie the uptown mortician
                                  a bipolar necrophiliac
                                  had his way
                                  once again
                                  through the wee darkened hours
                                  with your deceased loved ones
                                  ashen fingertips
        
                                  
                                  lover
                                  shriek my name down tetanus alley
                                  do not let us rust
                                  as olde Shakespearean
                                  angels of alcoholism
                                  ride our sexual organs down
                                  into the stark penitential gates of Hades   
                                    

    
                  
                               

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