Writer in San Francisco, CA
Lips leak words worming
into ears some fall to the floor
wiggling into corners, ready to
die and rot and mold turning
to dust, turning to forgotten
rubbish ready to excavate
in years to come.
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-Alina
Open doors, loose change
in back pockets clanging loudly
spinning in a hot dryer. Tub, filled with
cold water, a glass of beer lukewarm,
the smell of garbage resting,
occupant at standstill.
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-Alina
Slick back, black hair, greased up
pomeade sculpting adonis hair
a word for the mouth, a kiss for your rear
leather thick and welcoming, ready
to embrace jeans and crisp white T
ragged and raging looking like a
sulky James Dean, my sweet
American classic baby.
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-Alina
left lips, let lips lick
and drink, sounds
lifting to earlobe
hanging gracefully there
not fully digested, shining
like diamonds aching
to be recognized.
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-Alina