6.17.2012

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How does one deal
with a day that's appeared
after five cheapened years
of hell in a frame?
Two wanderers cut
from the same cloth repent
both hoping to save
what's left of their name.

Burn turns to scrape
turns to scab
turns to scar.
A new understanding
of why men collide
comes forth with the truth
that the fine art of fucking
is nothing and nothing
like riding a bike.

Know what to savor
and know what to swallow:
a sour good night, a drag to the floor.
The whore strolls down Main Street
while nexts-in-line follow
to donate an organ
still hoping for more.

With ears under water
and silverless clouds
the home team
remembers to thank all its fans.
Character's built
behind bolted doors
when a boy takes no credit
for making a man.

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