Two bodies writhing
The scent of sweat and latex
Gracing artistry
Thieves’ Den
Transient bus stop
Housing countless vagabonds
Waiting for repose
Lonely Bulb
Hummus on my breath
A garlic bold reminder
Of my lonely state
Hai-Coup D’etat
The turn of a phrase
To well worded mastery
Of poetic form
Between Classes
The spectral voices
Echo through the deepest bones
Hungered harmony
Jesus Christ Stupid Star
Bearded misanthrope
The Student Center Jesus
Preaches to his crowd
Insomnia
Two shadowy orbs
Visual sunken treasures
Of the sleepless nights
Simplicity
Forging false resolve
In languid simplicity
Wanting nothing more
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