(so a ruff work in progress what do you think?)
To wake from sleep with neutral angels
Cross weeping waters Opiate lilies
Rolled tobacco Porcelain skin
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I give out money, paper money for free.
Answer: Because you are sitting on the streets I was born into this world on.
I pass from them streets like loose wrappers
cobbled stones lost mythologies; strangers foreign even to my self.
But could if I want sift sea salt stolen dreams. Camera fantastic songs.
Long meandering trails to and from siren spiralling stairs.
A better life only in theory because I would give up all other cities for this.
To wake from sleep with nameless angels
Cross weeping water smugglers
Beggar a hazy sun dry enough for a nod.
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Soft we talk knowing no tomorrows.
your head rests on my shoulder. Safe from all clack and clatter,
from hard shelters, rough searchers, mingling watery blood sucked ones.
Only respite from the past, we drift.
I tell you stories of cities abandoned long ago
Where warmth was free. Where angels had names
Where heroes would rescue even you.
Asleep without being asleep, your head on my shoulder.
I don’t move when tenderly
You pooch my pockets
find something worth taking.
Let you have it
not moving while you leave
