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I get out of the shower
I start to feel beautiful again
I walk up to the mirror naked

Nothing covering me
Nothing to hide behind

It is just me in the mirror

I look and there is that horrid stain on my chest
It glares at me and mocks me
It laughs at me for thinking I'm beautiful

Once it was unmarked
Unstained
It was cream and beautiful

Who knew one mark could change me
When will I be able to feel **** looking in the mirror
When will I look and be proud of my body

My ******* will never have the same lure they used to
*I will never have the same lure as I used to
just ranting, again
 Apr 2014 Eliot York
jess
untitled
 Apr 2014 Eliot York
jess
he was a magician

but not the kind
that pulled out bunnies
from hats
or handkerchiefs  
from his sleeves

but the kind
that puts butterflies
in my belly
and stars
in my eyes
 Apr 2014 Eliot York
Emma
I never understood before
the meaning of being infuriated by someone
and annoyed at them
and arguing too much
but still wanting to speak to them
before I met you

I never could see before
how each word could be so important
that they're analysed each
until all possible meaning has been confused
and then happily construed
before I met you

I never could feel before
the knowing of having someone
the wanting to get it right
so much you're worried all the time
because you care so much for them
before I met you

I never did hear before
the doubts I have of myself
the voices that question me
to try and be the better person
the best person for you to have
before I met you
 Apr 2014 Eliot York
Scott T
Drum Gold
Is my tobacco
It has character
And I had a girl once
Who liked Cutters Choice
And I told her it had more additives
And that it burnt hotter
And that Drum Gold had more character
And we spent nights exploring each other's bodies
And smoking Drum Gold
Which she adopted
But that ended
Like all good things
And I've forgotten a lot of those spent nights
And now she smokes Golden Virginia
 Apr 2014 Eliot York
Coop Lee
claude: battles tabletop.
reaches for maple syrup, into breakfast,
& breaks down puking.
the girlfriend/abortion situation.
the cash
& cream corn.
smells of deeper spring.
grandma & her bible.
to pray.
to eat lunch.
to television &
honey blunt the relief of a sunday night.

lily: into decay.
into dark days of her america.
detox: she breathes on vapor. sweet leaf.
sweats the heat & dead-dreams off. off on wavelengths &
resonance::: sound therapeutics,
at 528.111 hz,
enhanced dream frequency. she falls
into bliss. into
unopened codons & the rigor
of vibrational analog.
love cassette.

achilles: wheelchair-bound & boning
still. gripping ***.
the girl & couch.
the couch & modern warfare.
old warfare: harvest of limbs.
he crawls across the lawn to pick strawberries.
thumbs the dirt for entrance
to another world. smokes a jar
of roaches, as monument
to his second generation revival.
cool.

wallace: & the zebra jeep.
red rock monkeywrenched billboards & the ****** of flame upon milk factory.
chemical factory.
fertilizer bomb///return/
to town & grotto.
porch-light wood & breath of ****-rotation.
the babylon journeyman,
embroiled in plots against the order.
to simply disappear.
to portal away.
 Apr 2014 Eliot York
Scott T
On monday
I will have to brush shoulders
with artless people
in an artless world
but for now
I have Songs from a Room
and Dave Bixby
and the stumbling hours of a Sunday afternoon
60 Seconds of Anger is
60 Seconds of Happiness
you've stolen from yourself.
i was considering how
within night’s loose
sack a star’s
nibbling in-

fin
-i-
tes-
i
-mal-
ly devours

darkness the
hungry star
which
will e

-ven
tu-
al
-ly jiggle
the bait of
dawn and be ******

into

eternity. when over my head a
shooting
star
Bur      s

              (t
                  into a stale shriek
like an alarm-clock)
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