it’s how i never grew,
it’s not why i never grew up,
it’s where i never grew up,
or is it when i never.
words, i mean too much
ask for my attention. i’ll
go to coney island
become chronic history,
rock’n runt
crossed the track,
jack-back on her pillow.
runt down
to hipster
town. keep
that frown,
he wants to buy you.
unmasked
at the ballroom,
clowning for the voyeurs…
questioned
by the SWJ —
you ga-ga ga-ga gay,
or just a lawyerrr…?
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