Souring on victory

 Everything is everywhere an email a koan a fingernail an iPhone the future a pube some piles or puddles no money great clothes no sleep good drugs some fish and eggs bad world good time new love some dance a plan rough draft strong feet loud songs long hair far off no mom no dad so scared or glad not sure and broke but you in time and art and light so hope for us close now or when we touch you me you all night to day a love is thus and so for words to go push fast and slow but time is light we know a bit of this

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Poem for Polly Jean

A slant for a song, a four-sided sound
A very strange woman, a real-life siren
A desolation as big as the sun, a loneliness for a building.
Replete like wet earth
Saturated for better with worse.
Her world.