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It’s autumn, it’s trees, it’s telephone wires,/ and she sings some song I can’t understand, some High Mass of Life.

She went on singing but I wanted to die / I wanted yellow flowers like her golden hair / I wanted yellow-singing and the sun.

This is true, and that is what makes it so strange: I wanted to be opened and untangled, and / tossed away

“it’s autumn, it’s trees, it’s telephone wires, / and she sings some song I can’t understand, some High Mass of Life. / she went on singing but I wanted to die/ I wanted yellow flowers like her golden hair/ I wanted yellow-singing and the sun. / this is true, and that is what makes it so strange: / I wanted to be opened and untangled, and/ tossed away”

/ “i can’t help it if i can’t piss”

“in this room / the hours of love/ still make shadows./ when you left/ you took almost/ everything./ kneel in the nights/ before tigers / that will not let me be. / what you were/ will not happen again. / the tigers have found me./ and I do not care.”

when he’s not typing drunk poems about whores, he is truly something special.

welcome back charles i missed you so much dude


❣️bought 4 valentine’s @ powell’s after fine print fair. serendipitous day.