for a boy i used / to know

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a junkies palette of primary colours
reflects / green red orange / off the wet pave ment /

it's 3 am in the morn ing
& we are doing / the east side shuffle

the east side / getting high / getting
down / getting home scuffle

& that boy / with his tattoo skin /
cover ed in / ink / coat ed in / pain

keeps pace be side me /
a skate board under his arm

he looks at me /
& rain drips from his eye brows

his worn converse runners / slop a long
as we / trace the bus route / back to

the cock roach hotel / also known as
13th street / the place where i live

november rain soaks us
my hair stuck wet / to my face / &

my jeans are heavy / plaster ed to my legs /
& my hands are red / & my hands are cold

34 city blocks / fuck /
i wish i had a car /

& that boy
he smiles @ me /

& tips his face to the sky / his veins
are full / of sugar water & poison

& / i want to get him home to 13th street
to where i live / so i can taste his hands /

so i can press up a gainst /
his shiver ing body

rain falls / in never end ing streaks /
white lines spill thru the haze of coastal fog /

block after block / of orange
street light & white rain & we / keep walk ing

there is no end ing / only the middle of
the end / there is no / love / just attraction

we have / cigarettes & speed /
it's a mutual under stand ing /

there is no moral crisis / there is /
only me & the boy walk ing home in / the rain








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