we are all monsters

nipping at the breath expelled as if life were real for a moment, but by the time I notice our moment is passed. 

The only stranger I know is myself.

old worn - wind down

tick-by-weary-tick

we-us-are impatient, impotent straggle through live loops

long-time hustle

struggle to shoot in the morning hours, while grabbing paper, coffee, smoke

engulfed in enough 

and inside the head

what happened to the man's man the gentleman and what happened to the rotten stink of within

what happened to the animals, light beam, tree sap thought shadows slipped bark fell green wood

what happened to the life stem steel grate fence in 

the pave way progress sensation

what happened to day dream not shaking

not control unfinished simmer of the forgotten mourning soul

                               drool

from the lip

from the food service fool

from the shoe vendor and the summer stool

from cramp limb don't want to wake up morning blues

from cascade black 

from effortless endeavors burning proof

drip from the eye

here little twins looking so satisfied

here is to heroicism

      it may                             

be our only 

answer

Here is to persistence,                 which no one understands

         oh my goodness sweaty distance

here is to

our enemies saving graces

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