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Concrete Juice Bar

Concrete Juice Bar Tammy LoveOn her knees at 1 am 42 Street givingelbow grease and jiffy wax to Jumpin Johnny’s Hot Rod Cock inside a dimly lit Buddy Booth …cigarette burned linoleum …. opentin of Moroccan hash, a slab of black bun tar Fanned out bell bottoms on fine fine Black Ass, inrollers and wavesetContinue reading “Concrete Juice Bar”

Wasted Angel

Wasted Angel Wasted angelGargoyle rooftopsguardiansSee the cummingOfSinister Samdressed inshadowsarmed with switch blade Talents He can carve his Name Into anybody’s soul All aboardLast reproachHeremains aloneIn a distant Dusty seat Of the LastScheduledPassenger cartheL trainSlowly rollsaway… Three stops laterAt precisely 12:05am(the dicks would later call in) BrandishingHis knife-edgedneon IntentExposes her breast In Full form In publicContinue reading “Wasted Angel”

Summit of the Crest

Summit of the Crest There is danger in her written word She’s the Queen of Queens with Aphrodite smile She’ll cut you down in a moments notice and leave you there to die True beauty is locked away From male ego and false promises I feel her language deep in my bonesWe share secret bondsContinue reading “Summit of the Crest”

Silver Surfer

Silver Surfer The sound of Cupid echoes from afar, the impossible blue of a lover saying goodbye A young girl standsover a brink…taking a final chance to be loved.Her ribcage hollow she dies inside… a little more each moment that passes byFetal position against the wallholding onto fragile pieces ofsanity not wanting it to beContinue reading “Silver Surfer”

Candy

Candy The Lower East Side clothed himConcreteBathed his soulHe dropped candylike Jesus gave away fishHe takes not saves souls This Fat Cat Groovy GroomerSpread out Fifty dollar thunderclouds like peacock feathersReeling in and stealingSixteen year old hookersJailbait on crackdrugstore prostitutesfedfrom his gaudeOver jeweledprimate hands A real Mr. East RiverBig BIG SmileOversized teeth andLIPSHis breath wreakingContinue reading “Candy”

Third Rail Lines

.Finding her way back to purgatory Aboard the L train Somewhere between Eighth Avenue andChelsea street Raindrops and decaying buildings blur together in High speed motionpicture silence through fingerprint markings of cold public transportation windows Lost in the memories of yesterday’s from Rockaway Parkway and Coney IslandShe had once surrendered to his limp waxen style…Continue reading “Third Rail Lines”