denote the worthiness of strangers
in separate lusts
a stranglehold of desperation
ink dripping from a lifeless pen
of prophecy
the anger of youth rises and falls
in the sarcasm
of teachers
and barflies

so inhibited by prohibition
that one cannot speak
or breathe
isolated from oneself
when the doorman offers blow
and you cry in the bathroom
so sickened with guilt

the sheets appear inviting
to hang from hooks and doorways
and offer unlimited rest and seduction
to pave your way
with narrow roads
and a myriad of forks

subdued by promises of tomorrow
and lies smelling of fresh earth
and tulips

your minty fresh bag of lies
in your pocket
functioning authors turn their heads
and laugh
while you pass them
they've seen you before
and can spot your illusions

i died once, twice
and i know now what to expect
from your america

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