oh city of angels
hideous to the tongue
urine-fumed fleur de lis
and vomit baked by sun
neon perpendicular
baking us like clay
music sitting sweetly
like a locust in my ear
my spine curls
my lymph chokes back
poisonous souvenirs
at the grey bus stop
art deco hospital
bibliotech confused
crackpipe vapors
over strawberry sewers
on the twentieth floor
over your cheap smog
i am looking out
over dollar bills.
there is one there
i love so dear
his head is choking
asthmatic wheeze
you give him distillations
of sunset’s best lizards
i will meet you again
bathed in grey: my body
greyer in your blue
smoke; to kiss him there
in poison gas
Hiroshima knows
no blessing Chernobyl
curse los angeles
my love dystopia
visions birth curse
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