decoendlessly, from last night

the pulse
echo of
concussive
dalliance
My belly button
in a drawer
with biker socks
at 7:40
Murmurings
Blue
rancid whispers
musical vodka-qualude
babble sings
out of mind so
wandering off
to eternity
a trail of clothes
ending in a
glitteringly butch
shadow
I listen to
silky movement of your
à l’après-midi d’un faune
Angling over my
busted wall
when did you
share me
with candy
from the club last night
is it time to go out to dance?
is it still 3:20
1972 drenched
In nameless sex
are still
the beautiful ones
faces of
galleria Atlantis
live in the rumbling
strata of
anonymous
that didn’t feel
like former crimes
but the faith of knowing we
we are giving our bodies to each
other, unlost
A sane human havoc
sounds of falling onyx
and crystals
dripping
on marble
crack below on
Leaves
scrapping branches
mercury running through
Fingers onto
the temples
we hear
sonic psalms
La la la Sacre du Printemps
to escape the sound
Of the blood inside a
Coldest room
waiting for scarred
voices down here, below
Flamingo, tangerine
ascending
soul & sugar
Assainto
Larry
Paul
Keith
Timmy
Joe
Christopher
Georgio&
Alberto
Anthony
Michael&
Marcel
MiguelJimmyAndywasthere we think
John
Tommy
et. fuckin’ al. baby
nobody walked away
empty hearted
the corners
of the rooms folded up
not inside shadow
on bluer shadow
pulsing
hard to the club noise
concussive dissonance
as the body starburst
endlessly if
through that smashed atom
still dancing for
perpetually going
when the night beheld
all my
rainbow warriors
so mighty real

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