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Puerto Rican preaching some new hypocrisy called anti love
Anti love being a term coined in my inner circle of Delirious Underground Literati
Anti love, pillage and outrun the overtaking rush of dawn
No shame in accepting spectral lovers
No doom impending when one hides their buxom baggage behind security lampposts
A deadweight martyring for a peephole into my ecstasy
Sifting through accusations
Weighing the merits of insults
How heavy they seem, aftershocks, being called a sundial at night
Or the homeless who inhabit the streets there on Franklin

Inconsequential mutterings

Accuse………….Use…………Abuse…………..Lose

Adorn this poem with a blue ribbon for
the lass who injects herself into a room a
sleek syringe pumping the light and union of
desire and divinity into our collective vein

I strain, I twist to write and capture
the departure of a reciprocal dusk and the
glory of the visage of a rainbow
in the violet.evening.dark.