1.
hear what I am finding:
all kinds of without
doing myself alone
undone by my repetitions
half-baked marveling, unsupported irony
yet another sad corner
scattering like moths
tiny Xs in my eyes
2000 miles away
the mismatched plastic clothes
the mismatched plastic clothes
part like greasy hair
all the bedrooms turned over
smashing down the hollow invisible
on a website I can't pretend to name
being young radiance
blacktop dies quietly
seconds after the cracked cement
the sun coughs alone
hungering for danger
in the arms of strangers
in the arms of strangers
flushed and gleaming
smashing down unrelenting distances
I cross the street
feeling so hollow
Xs in the air all around me
crying mismatched words while I sleepwalk
Dying to hear what can be heard
I watch the scrawny kid chew gum
2.
so hollow not hearing
what you're doing
what you're doing
distant and smashed down
lost and lacking
lost and lacking
filling the blankets
lost dreaming
lost without you
I watch the cracked cement
await hungry visions
in the arms of strangers
saying all kinds of things
crying dirty intuition
crying dirty intuition
zoned out from the ground up
crushed and gleaming
sit outside on the greasy blacktop
in the barely feigned night
crushed and gleaming
I cross the street numbly
unsupported by my repetitions
sit outside on the greasy blacktop
in the barely feigned night
marveling at the words I can't say
while you're elsewhere and unresponsive
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