The poor don't exist
They die
Then reincarnate even poorer
Trapping nightmares
An excuse for voice over
& flying objects exporting intimacies
Try us again tomorrow
We would have marked the streets
With over the counter banalities 

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To start with
Bringing alcohol to its conclusion
The whole world is one enemy
This is to mark you and you 
For the bullets 
And not for love

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Love's impossible tools: 
A new hidden haircut 
Some obvious longing 
To curse justice
I am not you 
And this is partially the problem

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to be in the same space
(physical mimesis)
desire trumps the sleeping arrangements
jawless knowledge: a small volleyball 
over cheeseburger - ambulances 
everywhere - ملأنا البر حتي ضاق عنا - 
the pleasure of revolution is spiral - 
Valium helps in counter attacks - or
meeting you for the first time - reroofing
in progress - glass ceilinged and happy - 
Feminism 101 from a headphone - back 
to joking mode - moisturizer anyone? - 
so this is to coil in the soil - astrology isn't
vague enough to help in the class struggle - 
fuck you, poets are first class epidemiologists -
they are a little hazy at times - my apology for 
myopia - I am what I hate - foreclosure time
at the historic garden - I will find a storage
to move on - move up - move sideways - anywhere
a slit can be found 

I will save you a gaze
With this solitude
He is with color
Closing an escrow document
To outline the professionalism needed
In the space of shame
Smoothing up the trials and errors

I kissed your slow movements
The super heroes in the background cursed back
And begged to keep the status quo 
A state of infinity or nothingness
You take the couch - I keep the bed

Love triangles demand precision
Climbing small hills 
Or pouring wine on plants
Or holding a cock without closing a single eye
Enjoy your musical range
Je suis malade 
It is a background for the mopping 
I wish you know life is endangered