Let the rage be the way of expression…
Don’t tell me what you have been taught…tell me what you have learned.
The swing on that hip is dissipating…let that be fire in this evening when everything is dissolved in liquid neon…
Everybody has one of those crooked masterminds,
tame those…and at night let the stars shine and be amazing, be revolutionaries…
be a fucking lighter.
I know everybody needs music, i know everybody kills with shaking hands,
I know that you can get salvation even after being confined with your old hounds.
Let the magnets bring the riots and let the suffocation pierced with shooting associations.

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Photograph: Joseph K. Levene.

***I am thinking about posting a story here in parts. I think it will take three or four posts to cover the whole story. So I thought I would share this with those who read my poems regularly. Let me know if you want that or not…shit! I think I will post it anyway even if you don’t want me to…πŸ˜€πŸ˜€… anyway you know, just let me know.***