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getup get dressed take the subway to school stare at my hands on the commute sit thru class draw dicks go to work draw more dicks eat a sandwich regret that I don’t ask for enough mayo start walking home the bodega some vegetables for dinner rejected by Rafael smoke a cig next four blocks so on so forth wash my hair trim my pubes read poetry cry about poetry moan about my gut stuff my face with lentils and cabbage—

            who am I

            again

every day is the same—

I wish I was Blake

living on another plane of existence—

            existing in the light in sunflowers

            in the pages of my books & heaven—

                        I don’t know if I’m a poet

            —or much of a person

            for that matter

it seems to me that every man is great (especially Rafael)

every man is great every day is great

inhaling capitalist smoke & getting paid

in love & cars & whiskey & handjobs—

every man is great except me

                        maybe I should just become a grocery boy

                                    fondle the papayas & bananas

                        caress the flanks of butchered lamb—

                        gingerly restock the condoms

                                                & chewing gum—

please mother universe

swallow me up 

spit me out

                                  with your  sexy cosmic mouth

                                      wet with rainbow drool

crying!

screaming! naked!

clouds as hair planets as eyes

moral teeth wisdom earwax

Harlem

all of existence on my tongue—

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