a white glow
illuminates
something unknown to me;
        a foreign
fallacy in the faces 
of those who stand in tightly woven packs
like beats, like beasts,
they stand, roaring, sweating underneath the skin
tombs jutting out their faces teething on notions
of scavenger pacts;
signed in blood, allegiance sworn, something is torn
ive sworn,
wishing i never was born, or born less forlorn
somewhere warm,
not outside summers singing rays, on the cusp of
the grey and brown, the mud or something like it
clasping my ankles 
and splitting my rib's cage into frag-
ments of something like a cafe-scene:

cheap coffee
cigarettes
creame:
bite the ends, do not pull up the thin skin layer
bite it and squeeze the precious liquid it contains within,
be warY: the voice speaking to you, whom you hear internally,
the stranger strange only in its familiarity,
this stranger spilled this milk,
this liquid;

misfire shots of uncouth sunday garments, yesterdays jukebox holocaust,
something like a totempole of melting cultures,
something like secret agents undercovering themselves,
foreign bodies -- anti-bodies, spirtless hosts,
or spirits without bodies, free floating forms 
staying up til dawn, the sun collapsing on them as though they were workers in a mine shaft,
the poisonous breath of air
soot on their lungs as they cough and cough,
the jackoffs,
they all laugh and scoff 
and with their girls they hide behind wax masks
and the images they think they reflect:
watch as they gasp for air, their lung cages collapsing airways giving into the corrupting mortality of an honesty

he's sharing something that nobody wants, in exchange he gets less than nothing
nothing would be priceless in return, bugs and disease, flys that skulk in corners as
spiders haunt them from afar: watch this spider spin its web endlessly;
look at its beautiful but thin books, stronger than i yet invisible or just ignored

a leopard, bloodstains crumpled into a thin blanket which i wear to keep my feet warm

three o ate, another lateness wasted on trivialities; most sleep; some lay next to ones they hate;
some just vegetate and watch the numbers fall off empty pages, or sit on grass
and get green-stained

dont think