Several lions on the
wings of something different,
roaring bellicose longings that
make space for possibilities,
love is in the air and dreams do
eventually come true

Tourists visit my life and
take pictures, they capture
thin veneers and go home empty,
but with their souvenirs in hand
they don't realize it

Street lights a carnival,
slices of watermelon spit pits at
Italian iced ladies with lipstick that
tastes like Chicklets

Can I love how I want to?
are there limits to the magnet?
Are my heart, my mind, my cock
expiration dated? Now is all there is,
and now is fine, I have more to offer you than
anyone who is here now, and I ask for nothing

beyond the

equity of the moment.


"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

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