weary soul
worn down
like sneakers
that have walked the line
far too long
the line far to thin
to make a difference
no delineation,
no real sides
to be taken
just a staging area
between the black  and grey
of a half life lived in half shadow
with the promise of
an hours sunshine
each day...

weary soul
wandering  along
to the end of this line
that peters out
in a morse code message
of mental and physical decline
a repatriation of lost time
a moments deviation defined
by years spent waiting for
a chance to rewind, declined
by a judgemental man,
signing on the dotted line

weary, wearied soul
worn out and now
just a faded memory
blown, dust to the wind
as the coffin winds down.
lines now terminated
ultimately, forever, segregated
from the life within
and on the topside,
a mourners line
thin and tired
throw soil
upon the lid

weary souls
crying for justice
but reaping sorrow
fearing for the break of morrow

marrow jelly and breaking bones
wend their way, back to broken homes
to sit on couches filled with dust
to watch television that peddle lust
and throwaway goods for throwaway lives

no call for effort,
no need to strive,
just be a drone!
live for the hive!
groan and moan,
give graft on loan
have your muttered say,
about the state of play
whilst, living lives, the deepest shade of grey
growing weary and more wearied evey day
waiting for the great big sleep
wading through beaucoup de petites morts
drowning in une petite vie


jamais las, éternellement usé
porter des clowns espadrilles
et un froncement de sourcils
*forever weary, eternally worn down
wearing clowns  sneakers and a frown

You see, I have this thing,
Where I'm looking for the one.
Maybe a streetdancer,
Or a preacher's son.

I know not what to expect,
So I dismiss them all.
Thinking he'd be right around the corner,
But instead I walk into a wall.

It is quite tiresome,  not knowing
Who he might be.
I don't enjoy this window shopping,
Although it is free.

I want to commit, and only
To the one.
Knowing you might be a
Prisoners son.

I promise you
I care not for this.
As long as our future is filled
With great happiness.

To be honest, my soul misses
Her mate.
And she's tired depending
On fate.

Waiting, I know,
Is all I can do.
But can't you perhaps trade your
Espadrilles for a running shoe?

-ZvZ-

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Or is that she's a skinny granny from the future
Gone back in time like a witch in a red string bikini—
Old mothers are thrown out of their apartments
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Even as it squeezes its way out in ripped stockings—
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New York City under her skinny feet while you and I were being born
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The lamp broken, a bottle overturned, granny naked,
Her skinny naked feet practically down some young ****'s throat,
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The summer **** came on the mass market and made granny a star,
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They were destined to meet, foretold by every constellation shattering starry collision
Her naked feet in espadrilles, so just what is it about Brigitte Bardot—

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beautiful woman. Yogi looked like he could've
played for the Jets, but he went away to college
& came back different somehow. He'd gone
from tight jeans & great man'*** to leather
miniskirts & stilettos; years later, she was best
friends with my buddy Monica, a former surfer
boy who was now a flirty blonde fond of demure
sun dresses, peasant skirts & espadrilles. Her
name wasn't Yogi anymore & Monica had once
been Mark, she told me. Watching [             ] as
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woman posing as a he, unlike the ***** drag
sometimes seen in the mainstream or the over-the-top
drag queen professional like a one-man circus
like RuPaul or Lady Bunny. Recently I had the
supreme pleasure of attending the retrograde Miss
America pageant, part of a mass movement of
debutante-like ingénue on literal parade in various
garments to be discarded. Heterosexual women
prancing like trained horses for money & influence.

in the crushing mob of fornicators &
sodomites, Igor felt right at home  -

Ivan having a cigarette on the curb
recognized Hel's walk up the street

by the time Igor came out w/ a skinny
boy in white mini-dress & espadrilles,

Hel was already drunk & Ivan was
bored; he wasn't bored long & Hel
stayed drunk

Igor took the boy back to his place &
pushing him to the couch, tore off the
boy's stockings;

Ivan taking Hel back to his place;
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the floor

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