two new poems

Hey friends, here are two new poems I wrote while I was drunk (oh what a boho hero, eh?). Long live poetry!

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to die as a child

of god

would be fire

in

my

mouth

oh rage

the lamp

in

the pub

and the parlor

tells us

we

need love

to become

undone

in the purses of the neighborhood

whores

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I worship the ghost

of

the never wall

climbing up

its

perch and beating

the small and the thin

until

they wretch blood

onto

lavender sheets

of

housing;

no no

take

away from me the flint in my

pocket

and shoot across my empty

field