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Sunrise Tattooed and sober(not by choice)-beat but not beaten I watch the sun rise through dusty window smoking stolen cigarettes, thinking of her the tea steeps in the coffee pot, out of coffee the house smells as if occupied by fifty vegetable types sweat, sometimes urine-always smoke filled even while sleeping four unemployed alcoholics, not one overĘ 24 life revolves 'round beer-pot-music-HBO-girls, of course I can't think straight, never could Fear, maybe the clearness of reality... scares the shit out of us-you & me beauty seen only through distorted eyes translucent and milky, high-drunken eyes eyes like van Gogh's, swirled light and madness I see beauty only through her she controls my sight and maddens me the light is perched on the rooftops bright-silly-silhouettes of trees and traffic It's 6:39 August something the streets are wet with last nights rain oil rises & drifts rainbows down little gutter river HA! You should see this place, beer bottles-bongs-boiled peanut shells- cancerous cotton butts in glass trays-books of matches and prose every morning swept away every night returns the same or worse my eyes are heavy the sky is blue now the darkness defeated by the sun (Del sol)& its water molecules(newly discovered) the street lights extinguish themselves Lithe, such an ugly word graceful, supple...not enough something sensual is needed Mr. Roget will help, I do believe the Teamsters are striking we have to deliver our own parcels the Med. flies are on the run-so am I from the cops-despair-my own conscious & subconscious from her face-her-towards her-I'm not sure the sun makes it all too clear august '97 David Allen |