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Life Outside Windows
Moves at the Speed of Speakeasy
Greasy Tabletops
Stained By the Prints of Condensation
Left Behind from What was Once Solid Inside
I Reside in a Community of Corners
Pitching Quaters in a Jukebox
Playing the Soundtrack to Our Lives
Mama and Papa's "California Dreaming"
Finds Us Lingering
Between the Bar and the Bathroom
The Juxtaposition of a Players Jive
We Thrive Beside the Lies of Their Leisure
The Meager Receivers Behind
My Blood Shot Eyes
I's Won't Fuss Like this with Nobody But You
Tell Me, What Must I Do
To Leave here Yours
Sudden Illumination Singing the
Chorus of Alcohols Last Call
Resembling Flashlights of the
Gestapo's Gall
They Will Only Offer Us Bullets for Curfews
Hey Bartender!
Don't You Think it's About Time for
One on the House
Slowly Slipping Our Shoes Over
Stocking Feet
Stopping to Greet
My Man Slim,
Just as We are Walking Out
"My N---a!"
He Shouts
"Back at Ya Man!"
Here is Where We Abandon
All Doubts
Self Destruction
Lightening Judgment Among Heads
Making Our Way Behind Doors
To Shed these Eager Pristine Threads
My Truest Religion Bottom
Your Christian Dior Blouse
We are Aroused
The Shroud of Sanctity that Usually
Drapes Over Your Chastity
Caught the Last Bus Running to
The Other Side of Town
That was Just Before We Traded
Sense for Sounds
Moments Muffled Below Moans
Liturgical Lamemt Now Lying Down
Walls in this Room Do Not Match the
Walls of Faith
This Bed is Not a Cooling Board
Nor These Sheets Be Our Wine
Nevermind that Tomorrow's Frown
Is the Yes of Right Now
How Seeds are Planted
Before We Vanish
Later Trying to Manage
The Growth of Mannish
You are there Starting it Alone
While Your Ears are Dimming the Song
All the Leaves are Brown
The Sky is Grey...
Stopped in a Church that I Passed Along the Way
I Prayed
Wondering What Would've Happened if I Stayed
Outside the Window of that
Speakeasy
In that Community of Corners
Where Now a Bodega Resides at the
End of the Block
Our Children Grew Up
No Thanks to Me
Thankfully They were Smart Enough
To Unplug that Jukebox
