Notebook Fridays: Warren Pt. III

OUR TENDER URBAN CORE


with lust for the growing lust

I sit down as you

stand up in a gesture named “giving up”

what do they mean “the coastal areas”?

everything we want

and do not know how to need

& so I was the one who torched the crib

sullied your copy of The Republic

feeling kind of Eyjafjallajokul-in-a-trance

lunching an extra 15 minutes

really bold with it

Paul, love turns to mechanical currency

& all those feeeeelings

a showcase of empty meaning

take it outside & beat it with a stick

strike our tender urban sore