Vigilance, dreamers
Mystique as no other
sequence of sensations
the experience of dirt
caressed into eruption
bed of a rose petals'
tactile aromatic sight
pleased, complete
at once, flees memory
recollecting merely vibration
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Vigilance, dreamers
Mystique as no other
sequence of sensations
the experience of dirt
caressed into eruption
bed of a rose petals'
tactile aromatic sight
pleased, complete
at once, flees memory
recollecting merely vibration

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All clothes are drag
On your face: that background
On all ours: boot treading
That iconic National Socialist
imposition, beside a lavender or pink triangle
bespeaks and defaces history
they perverted their perverts
any foreground or starshapes, foresaken
Leave :30 on your atomic clock
in relief some
number of stripes
straddled by an AK-47 silhouette
dead-center on your plane
atop, in block: 'DEFEND EQUALITY'
No. But...
I will not raise arms for you,
not for meÂ
I will rise with the confidence
projected and indicted by your enduranceÂ
justifying not my existence, but a dogged presence... sorties by the brazen frail
campaign of polyglots
passing by downlow
ethereal phrasings pantomimed are time
intending a consequence, no truth:
of the graphite-sucking fossils
eternity in a textbook's leaves
arteries of understanding
how I look
in the pit, a smiler
In a tripped-wire grave
by which conveyance, rhymeless spells evade accountability except by this very, and every
effort culminating in and dwarfed
by the occasion of fated intersections
Talismans left nameless at birth
En trans
You are a beautiful
The world decides enough
Your body chooses you
Love is not all
Love above all
Transgendered and human
American Republicans and their ilk need to get off trannies' dicks. Take your mind off of human beings pissing and shitting. Get your government the hell out of our laps, those eyes tumbling all over titillating curves you clamour to address, then elect to ostracise and prosecute.
Right-wingers want to know what every person has got going on under clothes, all the time? The forum for that is called onlyfans - one venue, at least, on which you will have to wait for your political targets to attain their eighteenth birthday.
Until then, you try maturing into productive citisens under the glare of such attention unleashed upon the not-insignificant, globally-represented, transgender population. That focus ignores facts that all people are conceived as hermaphrodites and then born and will continue producing estrogen and testosterone, in mutable amounts, throughout their lives.
Deal with it: Humans are innately trans!
Note on James Broadnax' execution
Please do not forget James Broadnax. Donald Trump wants you to remember him as part of his murder count. Texas wants you to remember him for the counts of murder brought against him for killing a man his cousin killed, when James was a mile away. James was executed for referencing culpability in a rap song.
This man - who expressed his moral evolution in verse, acknowledging his imperfect acts and narrowing his distance from g-d - was murdered by the State to bolster the egos and electability of some in the White House. In fact, almost certainly, politicians will be exploiting this particular terror reign for generations, blaspheming his life and death.
Bless you, James Broadnax. You were not perfect, but I remember -

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Space rave
Art is a kind of hiding self.
You call dance into bumbling. in want
privately, quieted whenever aloud, enforce
rarity of the occasioned.  is getting alight now
like he was not already, obviously, and
enduringly so. some of us awake with spittle
crusted on all cheeks. another do not, ever so
deeply as required before R.E.M erupts: one
kind of hiding in plain view.
In vats of their howling
stirred adjacent solely
to an empiric scatology
NOT for vampires
Dig me up and kill me again
That is what will count as care
if it be culled from claws
turning existence into one reasonÂ
worth living for, say iced-tea drunken
nationalists, papparazzi, and illegals
shooting shit on a stoop,
agreeing that each other do not exist
Uniformly stilled
Waken into unrefined steps
into and by day, for which feelings
less bankrupt than some spirit's
unnamed larceny all attentions
permitted - 'how' to tell if a poem
itself legendary for mindless detours
As to what I portend
for glamour:: socialism's ideals
for art: documentary solely
by and to dregs
let to get an angle
on the your play do you accept your effect
Because the eminence
belongs; for It could still happen
How do I master imperfect rays
no less than twin daily liters of water Seven message relays acknowledged
then let them go next exhalation
left alone, decisions are all
might be up to daisy fruit
swelling, never really not at war
never really up to or not
How you live with being
never really up to you
If you pounce, arrived
lean into that sunny
disposition, witness in tremble
ever so flightiily announcing by sparkle
uplifted potency should decolllage employ
of the arrayed there,an assertive 'who am I?' Cranes I get - not not up to usÂ
guess purposelessness surprises
its mink fabrication is flex and strip meekly promenading here is my clique
slip in some park cock
I only watch to impress
that something eventually can here or a near-adjacent s about to happen - what they are is no test
keeping up a resistamce
if only in the flesh
admonish your monarch
approximate to inference
deferential to an autumn
really wass it
listing a bit much
for solemn reverie
what going gets up to
her first word is recollected
as having to have been 'onion'
that is their story
we are ours
Discovered upon Landing at 127th

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Another Harlem doorway with its affirmational message
This passage was photographed for series now called 'I, a door, you', with detail of its text:
"LIFE IS SCARY BUT LIFE IS LOVING LET YOURSELF BE MOVED BY IT"
Of owl swim
Do not go dark
whet towards any light
keeping bright endlesser than
finitudes at bay; and by siezing
a visible transparent stasis
like a stale banquet of ice
columns of the die-in charade
Is it what you want, kelvin
degrees as they separate from
the dreg, its fin
A kind of universal serenades
mind my eternal clamoring
broad, cartoonish, and invalid
as every possible cessation
at least not calling itself heaven
Warming up to chilling out
To a friend, whose are the rose
loyalties to his petal
memory aromatic blown away in season
rotted, thoughtlessly pierced by dewdrops
Yet gratifies sunlit still
when no garden blooms
Nothing, bored
Who excels at no less
Than extracting plucky flesh
Denuding their inhibitions
As is done by considerations
Forfeited, irreducible, that can be
Explained. Ear that you
Dare to have hear, will be sawed
Admitting to being as much
Or less, or more
Chapter from Dreamwashernyc
I cannot stop.
B Why did you push star
B *Start
They got points and shit
C Stop and start over.Â
D It sounds like shit
Patience...
E Patience is my cat's name
F Liar.
G You do not even have a cat
E What is yours
B They say do not stop once you start
C Just stop and fix
Just untangling Shit. They... Fucking hell!
F My what?
G You are stoopid bro
B Shut yr trap
H Smell like it too I bet... shit
Everything smells like it in the city.
I Why this stream sounds scratchy
G Stoopid d=mbf@ck mic
I Like a furball coming up
F Ain't no cat
But I cannot stop or I gain penalty.
C Why did you push start in the first place
B Who is they
Admin Please, must fix audio to your stream
J Hey its Kels, so this is your stream
F But if I had cat, I would call them Master funny wise hat hat
J Gotta fly
E Dumb name
G You lie you would not call your cat that
Admin You stream audio is problem
I Looks like you got pretty shitty job
Lesson here is do not even press start. But, I did. So...
Im'a washer in law firm's dish pit. I have these livestream personas.
Just starting on this platform. Obviously, I am a bot, and I am fucking crazy for having pressed start before I was ready. Before untangling this this this, my mic.
It will sound like shit, anyway - like not just when I sing or whatever. But if I am going to do this, I might as well attempt to do it by the book, at least at first.
Admin Do fix about this audio issue or
J P.S. You look like shit. Get some sleep
J #Still believe in you
Admin You can stop your stream (screenshot)
C I cannot believe he has not fixed his shit
Admin (The screenshot is for being implemented
I just started streaming again, after few years off. In '20 I began watching... scared of showing how we were dealing with all of that year around here. Scared off too many viewers. Then got scared away by all those who kept streaming.
Admin Here (screenshot) for stop your stream or pause
Admin Click now
But guys I cannot take you away from each other
F We do not need you
G We ain't need
G We know where to find you
B You and her really know each other off
Just do not want to be alone in this kitchen. There is something... I must not explain
I Betcha they food prolly tastes like shit
I Oh then your scrubbing, that is why so sweaty
Ok bully bots
C For how long
K How you all can understand im
C watch his lips
L I saw their master plan
Kels, it has been ages!
C How long you doing that
Since 6a.
K Dang long shift
C No I mean in total
K Now tell us about how long your shaft
M Bitch ain't got job
N That's vr ai kitchen fo'sho
C What time is it there
Oh, few months or weeks; I can but do not recall
K What time you off
4. No, today is Diamond's flight. So, Here to close, 12a-ish.
There can be no doubt, at that point these feet will smell like shit.
Eleven days, I been here.
C How long has it been since an order came in, or a server
Or a conquistador, right lOl
K What about your wages
Ages since I seen any
No, seriously. Wages are fair. Not really. But, sufficient. Actually, they are not.
Make over twenty - which, admittedly, is not even living wage in this town.
K Huhs
Barely affording my own place, afternoonly carafes doused with cranberry-dyed rosé... blush-and lipstick-cleanings from shirt lapels, on weekly bases are hella to get out.
Admin Stopping your stream starting
K Hey can you just restart the stream. Your mic untangling is nauseating
E He can but will not
I cannot.
E Yes you can stop your stream
Must not.
Admin Warning: Do not stop your stream or gain these penalties
K Yas if you stop so soon after starting stream you penalty
E Gain penalty?
Whatever it takes to keeping on-screen.
This life ain't no realer. Every nightmare is a dream. Not even me.
Not alive, fading...
Must do no dreamstream.Â
K Dudes cakes are a dreamteam.Â
See you at homeroom. Just gotta lay atop these mucky tabletop concretions a while for all of it needs cleaning.
My family, we are together. Cue the beat. Bounce your head, baby. Feel it in a body - feel through someone else. This is the edge.
You do not need to be inside skin. Yes, baby, sway. I do not mean to entrance; understand that for me, okay team, that all y'all are refuse, detritus, expectorate as is encoding one character off, dirt to a machine.
But, I like dirt - watching accumulate, disperse.
K Do it or they gonna stop it for you
C This brotha just break into song and shiiiii
N Whoa trippy
O Thought it was just me frfr
P More singing and the lights
Untangling still.
Ugh.
Still?
Q I am going to report him
R Just stop and push stop
S How did you change that background when you was singng
T Nah must been pre-record
U Hey that song was like really beautiful
U *Kinda
C But he is so fucking stupid
R He look stoopid as shit
V Stop this tangled-up-sounding shitshowÂ
Shut up! Not you all.
Whatever, bye. Stopping.
Just leave, peeps!

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Paul dares
Your eyes, as you wept another night
reclined so near
cannot get out of my mind
vaguely slutting into
world by which love
wants us to want to feel alone
shared anxiety steels beauty
without grazing memory
we do not have to feel
unless
me trust me
flooding skies for no good
with me too
brings a joy
hopefulness out from
legitimate honesty
together
whenever
from wherever
so enough with the
all, if not forever, in time -
Songs from a new room
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Just published on Kindle and available in paperback latest chapbook of song lyrics, 'Songs from a new room' - songs I wrote specifically for Leonard Cohen and Nina Simone to sing