as
the writer of the dark streets of decay
i
need my l.a.
jenny
gave me a place to write
hung
my street maps of l.a.
hollywood,
santa monica
thanked
her for the space
she
cups the chin upon my face
in
her delicate asian fingers
“you
don’t know how much it pisses
me
off that i love you”
yeah,
i can debate with
the
greatest theological minds
but
all i can offer her
is
a weak smile
the
skin that’s tough and weathered rough
so i am edible
devour
me just as you see
is inconceivable
yet
here i am a blemished lamb
worthy of sacrifice
to
love me just the way i am
i might just be enticed
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