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Steps!
on and all
steps down
ride swivel
slide,
on each curb
a ramp an orange
a man steps out
skips around comes
to work
at night? no.
have fun fucking each
other now
don't say shit
don't quiz me on any-
     -thing
Don't smile & whistle
don't cock
yr head and
grasp anything
it is for the
better
says old tzu
he tasted that vinegar,
boy, man,
heaven sweats
a sickle marks away on
the forehead
many bumps --
that is such
an agreeable road to take
o! god the
frustration
to not complete the lines
what resources do
you have, what
meaning outside
besides empty fiction
men renew and hoard
the lazing pages, a
mindless filter
I'll dictate to you
what to do and how
to do it, impress upon
you what makes women
and men
what keeps them apart,
brings them together
-- girl, you've got
an option now
but you toss it as if
they came easily to
most -- that's
privilege
that's a sign
that you should

(music continues)

She twirled toward me once
in a piano scale of
lights, sat w/
straight back
of all the times
against a back --
               drop --
of fountain lights
we took a pic --
no, she took one
of me, I wish I could
see it now, was I
in love? would such a
 thing show on my face?
I loved her
sitting w/ a completely
satisfied face
endorphins flowing
over a bag
tongue sliding side to side
o,
  o,
    o,
      o,    me?
call   o,
           o, me?
call
    don't dare
     to,

don't dare to ask
and wonder --
all I have left of
those times, shit
the fuck do I do
w/ these memories
besides write poems?
this poem
is memory
in active flow
in active flow
flow/here
flows/water
in between the jets
in the fountain
watching the city from
a window,
looking at myself on the ground,
looking up --
w/ a feeling that I
might want to
leave, always that
feeling to abruptly sense
the right and
no's of the situation
man, fuck that.
should've left
should've left
forever, and cut it off
like a snake bite --
nothing here left but the
nub that is a
poem --

Shivering stunned
and confused! @_@
senselessly beautiful
no twirls
no hips in the embrace
the eyes in the hug
no sensing anything
anymore
but a poem that
sings and
I hum along
w/ empty stomach and
heart, until
later, I
hungry for her
write my fill
burp, piss, shit,
come,
          away, stayed.