.

i can't imagine another foot
in the door like you.
a mothership to planet
bygones be bygones,
every color of the rainbow.
one night it's blue and the other
red. a bull's shield
marks every day
you have not seen my naked
body.

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new york
language
composes a lengthy manual
on how to write music.

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39th street, Kansas City 2

a man with brown hair
to his ass sings a song
about fire engulfing
the entire city before dawn.
"in flames we shall rise
above the night's full moon!"
the man stands in front
of my apartment, swinging
hair back and forth.
his fist reaches the sky.
"in comes the fire! woooo
in comes the fi-rrrrre!"
an hour later the man,
nostradamus of 39th street,
remained still as hell (so hot
that the devil was a carcass)
rampaged the sidewalk
with two feet, a suit and a gun
threatening all
real left in this world.