Herpes

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Don’t worry guys,
The 7-part piece
that turned into 10
about the 2-week affair
is now complete.

The next long one is called
9 DAYS WITHOUT MY GIRLFRIEND
It was written during 9 harrowing days I once spent
Without my girlfriend

It ends with the lovers
reunited in a relentless breeze
on an isle of Greece
Internally infantile while
copying the chamomile.
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You guys ever talk about what you are writing
while you are writing it?
You should never do that, right?
Bad idea
Because then you’ve blown the juice,
You’ve scratched the itch,
No, you should never speak of things you want to keep
Speaking of which,
HERPES.

Back to Being
Randomly Repulsively Yours

Truly single men

line up on the Beverly sidewalk
for the “final masterpiece” of a Soviet cine-god

Their skin is grey as if drowned already,
Asses too big, too round, their over-loved, child-like eyes, terrible, terrible, CLOWNS!
Am I —
One of them asks
for an entire cup of popcorn butter.
A small cup of nothing but
popcorn butter
to sip, *it* says.
Get a grip, you miserable shit!
no wonder the last popcorn girl quit.

The Russian movie makes no sense
But it is more than three hours long
And serves as a good break to my lungs
from self-smog.

Anyway dont worry,
The 7-part piece
That turned into 10
about the 2-week affair
is now completed

and If you think you’re depleted,
Imagine what would happen if you weren’t only seeing

what wasn’t deleted.
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Like a bat using sonar to see,
I listen over the phone, to the bathwater moving down her body
Seeing perfectly the echoing, the tinkling,
No, you should never write about things you want to keep
So i won’t describe what I saw in her bathwater as it drained into the LA sewer system but the shit ran deep.
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