"I hadn't seen a sunrise in months."
1. six dirty chambers, rolling on grease
a thought of something now forgotten
something rotten waits at the bottom
heaven in Sodom, six more glasses
rolling the crease, staining the page
engaging dirty wicks in the passes
7. one age, two wrecks, three lives
twenty fives into a new year
weary today--no words, late risings
trust no tidings to dumb machines
syntax of knives, thoughts about nothing
coughing and yawning--a headache convenes
13. twisting bright, up in the air
everything now just appears to be
world of glee in neighboring hills
haven of wills and sparkling dreams
crispy and bare / cypress and palm
calm--the breeze, and everything seems
19. a season inverted, whole cities behind
left off where He crumbled grief
in dark, beneath a coma's narrows
honey voiced sparrows circled his days
skinning the rind, in tired directions
dissections de vivre descending in grays
25. those days, spinning for measly commission
meager checks, or cash in hand
grains of sand in bony fingers
a memory lingers between shredded leaves
wars of attrition and warm afternoons
platoons of libations, liberation of eves
31. when oppressed by freedom--chose slavery
donned shadowy threads, pulling knightly cuts
swallowed His guts, powdered his nose
danced on His toes beneath chandeliers
clicking savory lines, crashing and slinking
and drinking from mandolin's glassy veneers
37. in headwinds-- breathed, and kept pushing
industrial canal way down this trail
concrete slops railing and aquiline ditch
pulling a stitch from the avenue
His legacy whooshing on the boulevard
for yards, meters--Figueroa imagines You
43. "what now, Friend? got homesick feelings?"
just last week, sick of home
from polishing chrome, to inhabiting days
rejections and strays remember Your touch
repentant in kneeling? or simply disrupted?
constructed dishonesties wilt in Your clutch
49. blackjack six--His left wrist twisted
appropriate to harvest in this fashion
spinning leads passion / better be painful
resolution's disdainful--bleed through the tissue
all grievances listed in previous verses
of curses. Conclusions? never the issue
55. the sheer incompleteness, a cycle subtracted
reflections of nines, these miscalculant spirals
Your Honor in vinyls--former defeated
one sentence repeated for fifty-eight years
old shadows refracted in loose invitations
when patience is virtue--reanimate fears
61. cool dry sunshine, left side sore
yet ruinous revolutions only, could fly
a chittering sigh--the story obscured
a temper demurred by rustling roads
from rockiest core, solid gravities rule
this Fool reinvents from academy modes
67. canaries, gulls, and gulps of silver
lakes of memory in satellites' glow
eleven point throw, five tiles off
--harrowing soft dreams of parallel picks
His science bewilders, His motives unknown
December tone shifting for freewheeling kicks
73. the landscape, the skyline, olfactory twinges
sprawling progression--end of the world
among sorrows, swirls of smiling Pierrots
fake optimist heroes denatured in droves
ultraviolent singes detach through the air
the hair-burning crisp of celestial stoves
79. "He rings with unquestionably vague executions
blowing pennies," subordinate claims to achieve
coils conceive to unequal chameleon quills
by corruptive swills, through sour commands
petty allusions--echo of funeral trumpets
the Lump pets irregular semi-formed hands
85. a new Raskolnikov, way back when
day after mourn, flirting with bannisters
poetic vanishers--late night between bars
"falling stars," whispered others, prophetically timid
swerving the bend, forsakes Them tomorrow
no borrower's doubt in maturity's limit
91. no dreams, fancies, or lovely deceptions
"amor is illusion" croons Big's begotten
nothing forgotten, no thing for giving
but driven to bitterness, inebriant scorning
single conceptions seem cheeky, kisses deceiving
whiskey this evening--sours all morning
97. something behind, though, truly is left
when solitaire dealers take aluminum wings
the Lynch-pin sings from midnight alleys
all tallies carried--little black booked
rosebuds cleft, stem from His pedals
these medals dissolved, these minerals cooked
103. six for twelve, weevils and grins
common home rate for dehydrated dawns
here--eight pawns, or possibly seven
vast urban heaven for povertous drunks
nine million twins, surrounding the mountains
no fountain's absolving for rattlesnake punks
one two three four five six
one two three four five six
one two three four five six
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