b/c
b/c a billing cycle means more to me than the moon's lazy dreaming somersaults.
b/c absence is always speaking what it isn't.
b/c an accretion of atavistic entities, loosely engendered by others, i, tenuous network.
b/c burning: an outershell reaction: infinite regressions of in.
b/c homeless and jobless is not equal to free.
b/c i am never more real than when curved by your warm crescent in the night.
b/c i can barely breathe between paychecks.
b/ i cast my gaze down as you skin greenbacks from your back pocket.
b/c i have winnowed these fingers down to the golden straw owners use to line their pockets.
b/c i inhale the exhaust of the upwardly mobile.
b/c i exhale lifesbreath of oak, poplar, pine.
b/c i'm free to go home at shift's end.
b/c my life is underwritten by the owner.
b/c necessity.
b/c night surrounds me as no lover ever has.
b/c one senses gradations of light, whether dwarfed by concrete or granite.
b/c our eyes meat.
b/c petalflesh, soft as mine.
b/c she is waiting at home for me
b/c she left for work before me.
b/c slavery is the model for all economic relations.
b/c there is no baptism truer than that of the birthing blood.
b/c there is no philosophy more elegant than 'why?' or 'because.'
b/c there's a reason they're called bones.
b/c there's a war going on. out. there. here: the familiar recession.
b/c there's still sleeping in.
b/c these palms are line further with every caress, whether of wood or steel, plastic or flesh.
b/c timespace constitutes the body, while capitalism, the internet, have engendered successive doubles.
b/c water reflects as well as glass.
b/c a billing cycle means more to me than the moon's lazy dreaming somersaults.
b/c absence is always speaking what it isn't.
b/c an accretion of atavistic entities, loosely engendered by others, i, tenuous network.
b/c burning: an outershell reaction: infinite regressions of in.
b/c homeless and jobless is not equal to free.
b/c i am never more real than when curved by your warm crescent in the night.
b/c i can barely breathe between paychecks.
b/ i cast my gaze down as you skin greenbacks from your back pocket.
b/c i have winnowed these fingers down to the golden straw owners use to line their pockets.
b/c i inhale the exhaust of the upwardly mobile.
b/c i exhale lifesbreath of oak, poplar, pine.
b/c i'm free to go home at shift's end.
b/c my life is underwritten by the owner.
b/c necessity.
b/c night surrounds me as no lover ever has.
b/c one senses gradations of light, whether dwarfed by concrete or granite.
b/c our eyes meat.
b/c petalflesh, soft as mine.
b/c she is waiting at home for me
b/c she left for work before me.
b/c slavery is the model for all economic relations.
b/c there is no baptism truer than that of the birthing blood.
b/c there is no philosophy more elegant than 'why?' or 'because.'
b/c there's a reason they're called bones.
b/c there's a war going on. out. there. here: the familiar recession.
b/c there's still sleeping in.
b/c these palms are line further with every caress, whether of wood or steel, plastic or flesh.
b/c timespace constitutes the body, while capitalism, the internet, have engendered successive doubles.
b/c water reflects as well as glass.
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What's it called so I can find it?