9/20/90
The 18 year old Asian
boy or maybe man I couldn’t
tell, stared at his
desk intently as I
came in
studied every ~~made~~
crack ~~in the~~ like
a prospector searching
for gold every ~~can~~
canyon Sierra mountain
of the desk
The money on the
table slip it between
my breasts down under
my bra it’s my
life’s work leisurely
ambition
Come here Asian boy
come feel me,
I’ve got your
money, turn on the
can’t you see
him Asian ~~dead~~ boy
But he doesn’t see
his eyes plastered
go to sleep
maybe he’s a mystic
his god in every
crack and cranny
that ways look in
wisdom of forever
~~my desk~~
maybe he’s just
gay.
Light
There was something
very special about
the light that
shined in the sky
at night
They were white
just that line
beyond it they
were brighter
higher hung like
thousands of watts
lightbulbs screw
tirelessly into the
night and so
thick, like they were
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