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Gesticulation

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written on the back
of the fame poetic dream—

all the constants
& consonants rolling up
on their numbers.

I can see you on Main
with your pseudo-kowski
speaking fuel—

lubricant of social
sociology—

& I cannot fault
a fellow

outlaw in the land
of pissed off water
ed down interactions,

a hard modernity
w/o a place of home
between the psycho
alpha males & spitting
women w/their candy
flavored lips, the disconnect

in connection now.

I was my own aspiring
alcoholic a few years
back of a card wheel
spinning black & red
rites of passage—

holding vodka hostage
in the freezer
stomach.

we’re not looking for
Pulitzer to raise his
wobbly head & take in
the acidity of everything
we’ve never known
how to do except in words—

to be accosted with paper
bills,

green not pink
for me please,

all those final notices
in their eyes

unpaid

& we don’t want
to be famous drunks,

we just want to cocktail
the literary world & minds
in Molotov.

& on my own Main St.

it’s dark as leather
& rough as black

when I think of your
wine-leadened head
talking to the garbage
how I never could.

& how the world still
burns at both ends
despite itself.
written 9/5
about someone i don't even
talk to anymore
b/c evidently
when you don't allow
someone to insult you
b/c they're hurt by someone else
you're the asshole.

zero fucks to give.

this is basically word masturbation.
but it is a poem. kind of. in a rough way.
i've given up on trying to do poems.

inspired after reading 
Poem To The Freaks by Jack Micheline.

read it.
here.
onceliving.blogspot.com/2010/0…
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spoems's avatar
It has your particular flair for near impossible metaphor. Well done.