you gave my scrupals a light at le souk harem (on 510 la guardia place between houston and broadway) – 26 (williamsburg, borough of lost boys)

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-arson-

*by someone who’s restrung his fiddle*

(frankie leone, just a man)

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*her legs are long enough

to scorch pure intentions

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in my favorite ways

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they’re covered in nylon cobwebs

ripped in the right places

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screaming sirens

through my thoughts

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while i stare

at the slim tinder of her body

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and pull up the fire escape*

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*bleach blonde ringlets

caution from her head

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while the beauty of an angular face

fuels charcoal-lined eyes

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that offer my brand of crazy

and spark it for me*

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*i grab her

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but even if we wanted to run

down this block of condemned buildings

from collapsing reflections

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i wouldn’t take either of us to safety

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so i simply help

toss flaming moments

into stacks of newspapers

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surrounding tonight’s events

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my fingers curling around her throat

to preface a police bulletin

written in sex

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while we kiss with desperation

branded through sizzling bodies

with excited breath*

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*she doesn’t care what we engulf

because she’s tired of living in ashes

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of extinguished yesterdays

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participating in our inferno with gusto

grasping and gasping with enthusiasm

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as we dance to melodies of dying smoke alarms*

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*we incinerate each other

rapidly

brutally

ruthlessly

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cooking away

prisons of thought

in mere minutes

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our entire city burning violently*

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*it’s in these writhing coals

of this bitter-sweet apple

curtained in flame

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that we give each other peace.*

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