orgami's Diaryland Diary

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borough

night worm
bus lamp
blue like dead heaven hours
all the lost
wrapped in their shawl
with hooded eyes
full of city fire

hot nostril dream candy
the neon scene
your love ablaze
and parted thigh
sizzling curves
these concrete
scapes

creak leather satchel
rush
Detroit Massage
Allison growl
chrome winks
sticky finger
drinks
night draws tall
like lacquer nails
on slate
the fifteen dollar
meal untouched
but water quenchs
water cools
water sooths

and keep moving
like the rain
like the mists
that crawl above
minutes that
creep
and miles that seep
in forgotten histories

7:59 p.m. - 2011-12-13

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