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Barely past nicotine age when I viewed the ocean green

Blue waves of Pacific serene waves below yet soundless;

While Pablito and I bonded with plants of ill-repute

A car with which we’d absconded

Older than me this Mexican he did school me on points

Much finer than those I oft used to bleed.

“You prefer this world to see,” he told me

Sweeping his arm while I fired a Frankie

Chopped skin spread thin six foot one and lanky

The heat closed in and I relished the din

Of the beautiful girls sat behind we.

Talking in curious code

Diffident to the hold-back of Will to Explode

Ignoring Pablito for a moment, I turned

A tempest in my gut that would not be spurned

While chewing the lips of the first I selected

My hand found the mound of the other suggested

A debauch did we attend!

Not Libertines

But iconic men

Adonis and Atlas we were.

Relishing vibrations of kit-flood and fur

When finished they slept and for spheres I could swear;

Did weep out of Fear-Lust turned over.

Pablito said, “This is not love, I know these girls well.”

My well poisoned I did not dispel the urge to call them

And call them again

But further exploits uncloaked the truth of his words.

Yet still I tread the swamps; lifted tires

Signed off on bad checks and cut copper wires

Anything to continue the motion

Even to celluloid once filmed my notion

So now, shall we relax?

Often I came back and harder again.

Bringing us;

Problematically;

To the Star.

Oh every man and woman is a Star!

And under the stars we did sin

The night she stuffed a blade in my shoulder

I left with a hideous grin.

With an ex-sanguine shirt I went to a brother

Ripped the red off and asked “have you another?”

To my luck said he that he did.

I left him, after donning, in a curious spin

Of madness and wondering wonder.

The next day I moved with finesse

To a further more lovely conquest named Lynn

A vampire girl

I just had to give in!

We filled large rooms with our musk

And from light to dusk we found places to fill up again.

Stars do beckon

I answered the calls

We feasted on white girl and black compact balls

Pushing infection from spots on my back

She joked; “My maidenhood you shall always lack.”

My retort; “Knew you not when age twelve.

“And cheers to that fact or in cell I’d dwell.”

She cajoled me to take up the gun.

Burn spots for smack

Attack bang and run

I drove like a wicked machine.

Unrepentant the Star

Unto herself

A Queen

In smoke I awoke in Appalachian

Tennessee.

So…do you see?

There are things that make up the rent-naked me

I dress after dawn every day

After washing the silt and sully away

I guess it is filtered

Flows into rivers

Tributaries traversing the mountains,

Dirty, dead skin flake fountains.

Now music and marriage

Debt I disparage

Drives me to scrawl drivel for pay!

Perhaps all this ink I’ve dumped in the sink

Will eat its way into a budding brain

Like amoeba

And that’s good enough for today.