love conquerors all



There was no shot glass for my vodka when
I made it to the crossroads only to find it crowded.
Weathered anxieties stitched between my eyebrows
and it felt only right to hang them out to dry with today’s laundry;

the sun bleaching them as strongly as it reddens your skin.
My love, 
you have no clue how hard it was not to touch you. 

So I lean against the only bare wall in the room
with my fingers twitching to hold something,

but all the packs of cigarettes were empty 
and there was no castle of beer cans in the hall. 
If I raised my head I can see your

thin figure standing over the stove top

water to boil as the T.V. screen screamed like our parents did: 
You will burn in Hell for your sins! 

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To Flavia - My Abyss

We've beaten them all my darling;

We've beaten them all my love;

We've beaten the richest rich;

We've beaten the poorest poor.

While this may sound quite terrible;

It's really for the good.

They called in their armies;

Their navys and police.

We have had our art.

We have had our love.

We have triumphed.

With the art of love.

Forever my darling.

Forever we shall go.

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