I'm Lezlye. My love goes out to you. I enjoy watching biographical films, drinking tea, and reading poetry.
But he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair, of incessant passage up or down.
We want ‘poems that kill.’
Assassin poems, poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead.
You kissing me,
There’s something in the slicked-back
I wear you in shadows
Sometimes I wish