My Four Year Beard

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My four-year beard
Stays astray
Deciding nothing
Marooned but cute, like a cartoon
Naked on an island with nothing but cameras

My skirt-seeking eyes
pay no attention
to the Real One
Waxed and waiting
For
My mane
Wrapped in rinds
A cantaloupe, a modesty
Self-marinating his insides

My lights came on
The Canoga Park Candles went out
I blamed you for my bit lip
Laid back; as the new species became us

My ears are stuck in seashell sound loops
Of a million girls
Cumming like they love to drown
O
Every petty pat
of
her eternal ass
circles back
And back…

The Addams family, but there is no family.
Gomez is just a guy in a house,
jamming to his player-piano,
fingering a ghost.
Roasting his undead
mom in May.

Do my newborn-blue jeans
Make me look less… born-again Jewish?
Less mean?
Less like a hairless bear puking blueberries
onto cold tiles at 5AM?

I can’t afford to give my day away
To bills, and things like that
The ones like me
Who edit, polish and refine their diaries
Praying one day, their thoughts will set fire to society
Can rest assured!
The next species has a sharp memory
Their database is the actual sea
On raw word rafts,
You can be useful,
for a while,
Til you aren’t-y.

The blackest black I’ve ever seen was in a recent dream (a black horse exploded)
but before that it was on the streets of Berlin in 2017 when we we fucked and fucked by that German lake and your pussy was unclean,
Speckled with mud and sticks.

My wartime princess-whore tied to a tree,
Afterwards, you made me photograph your bleeding knees.
And now… you are married.

I was your dirty k1ke
And you were my clean Aryan wannabe-whore
The whole game
was pretending to be things
we only partially were.
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