A hundred nights spent in the thrall of life. A hundred times of chance encounters. Always she is there. The same face, the same smile, her eyes always alluring, all consuming. At first glance I never see her until a collision of events unforeseen inevitably lead us to the embrace. The spaces left to void in me are filled with indescribable pleasure. My eyes are set ablaze with a sapphire flame as I take her yet again into my world. Chasing the second star we rediscover splendors of life that have been lost to us since our days of youth. We tumble into one another discovering the lost nooks and crannies where only lovers will ever venture. Her breath is the essence of my being, her kiss the waters of my life. We’ve danced in the throes of flesh a hundred times and I would slumber in this familiar dreamscape for all eternity.
And yet Illusion is cast aside with the rising sun and I find myself laying with a stranger. And so the story goes, yet again she was playing a masquerade chaperoned by the drink. Teasing my soul with heartfelt flights of fantasy. I look upon the liars visage who once was my lover, I run my hand over an unfamiliar skin, my fingers dipping into a terrain that once I had known as well as my own flesh and yet, now feels so foreign. The illusion cast aside and another tally mark to my list. Ill award her a pleasing smile and whisper hollow words of comfort. Give her false hopes and shallow feelings while dancing my gaze again searching for the next who bares the mask of my love.

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Mostly things I regret

The world is full of awkward mysteries

But none so complete

As the look in an older woman’s eyes

After having one, two, three

Four or more too many to drink

Twenty minutes before closing

At a cougar bar

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If I hear one more Black poet
Connect the words
“Remember,” “slaves,”
“Brainwashed” and “backwards”
To the words
“Smart money”
“Entrepreneurship”
And “respectable leaders”
I will have to sock them in the face.
If I continue to hear poems
About how we, the average person,
Are “so lost,” “greedy” and “backwards,”
In essence, saying that we are to blame
For our economic problems,
I will have to sock them in the face.
If I hear another poem
Spitting about how the real problem
With the world is patriarchy
And that war is driven by the male ego
With no financial interest
Of the world’s richest men and women
Taken into account,
I will have to sock them in the face.
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Hey, is it too banal
To declare that the first drink of soda
Always brings tears to my eyes?
A rush of carbonation
An exhale of exhilaration.
It’s as sure as the second sneeze
From my nose
To follow the first.
It’s just not worth it to say “God bless you”
Until it comes.

Sometimes I’d like to write about transcendent beauty
Use a bunch of big words
But out instead comes a plethora of absurdity.
The mundane details of my life.
The mundane details of my life give it meaning.
I hope you can relate.
If you can, great.
If not, then fuck you
And the horse you rode in on.
Yeah, I hope that horse gets shot in the stable
Right between the eyes
Falls down instantly
When you go into town to get that new cell phone
You’ve been saving up for.

I hope PETA doesn’t sue me.

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We have an understanding.
We don’t understand each other.
Take out?
Take in.
Have a seat.
A raised index finger
From her
Repeated by me
A finger for my lonely.
Table for one.
Only me.
Sit down.
Order.
Point.
Smile.
Watch as the next waitress walks away.
Stare.
Wait.
Be anxious.
Wait.
Stop being anxious.
You might attract attention.
Stare into the distance some more.
Get lost in thought.
Not happening.
Try to lose the thought of getting lost.
The second you know you’re there you’re not there.
Now just sitting.
Sitting and staring.
Pretending.
Performing.
Acting.
There.
There.
I must be there.
Don’t pay me any mind.
I can’t afford it.
Currently I’m working on something.
Plans.
Ideas.
Stories.
Words.
Memories come faster
So I let them come.
I’m there.
“What ifs” of the past proliferate.
They form, whispy at first.
Ideas.
Lost.
In smoke and steam.
Coffee.
Cigarettes.
My eyes are open (I think) and I can’t see.
That’s it.
Perfect.
I don’t see tables.
I don’t see a vase.
I don’t see cloudy grey outside.
I am lost.
I am with my exgirlfriend.
I am stairing out the window
Looking at the reflections of lights
From my Christmas tree.
I am sitting by my uncle
His twelve pack by his side.
I am crying by my father
As he sleeps in his brown chair.
Sound.
Jarring.
It has found me.
The world has found me.
The smokescreen has parted.
I am not there anymore.
I am here.
I am amidst tables, vases, grey clouds outside.
I am amidst people at other tables.
I am alone.
And I cannot understand them.
But we have an understanding.
That man is a table for one.
He is alone.
Let him be lost in his thoughts.

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Workers of the World
And Soon-To-Be-Out-Of-Workers of the World,
Unite and fight!
You have only everything to lose.

You are worth something to society.
You work to make commodities
In factories all over the globe.
You work to provide services
In restaurants, shops, and stadiums.
You work
For pennies of the real value
That you produce.
The real value
That fills the wallets
Lines the pockets
Trusts the funds
Of those you work for.

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I’m speaking to the city tonight

In silence.

The city answers back, loudly.

Its many noises greet my balcony.

The honking of horns,

The ringing of whistles,

The bang of tires upon uneven concrete.

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They say one man’s trash

Is another man’s treasure.

If that be the case

Then I see a treasure hunter

Foraging in a dumpster

Every day.

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First world democracy

Here in America

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