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I search in me
words that shine like
Las Vegas neon city lights
hanging over prostitutes
and men drowning in drunken
stuper, fawning over women
with plastic lips
words that shed light on dark
cobble street corners from
old england villages, rain dazzled
and grey beaten when the sun turns
damp and fog nuzzles its back
against chipped window panes;
words that bring life to paintings
Caravaggio words that resurrects
hollow hearts of still figures in
three point perspective; words that
can stare through any soul and say
"You're a twisted person in a twisted world,"
I don't want commensalism
I want words that can infect
any who drink it with their ears
words that can swell the heart
words that drum the grey out
of the rainbow
I want a prism of words
I want to see color
I want to see poetry.