Corey Hovanec
	The New Old Bohemia Blues (Parts I & II) I. boy that light how fine does come yours the pillar mine the silt let down, poetically like timber by your holy voicebox eyes or feet whatever dont run away even slowly am i your reason this cryptic teething long winters and the promise of that pane your night will be ours when nature forces silence we'll have in common these little fires bitch delilah, whisper between my knees of a simpler distance hopes of a fool hung on the breeze dont render this rebirth so terribly you the patient flame three, behind two doors hide say it out loud that we owe it all to process and process of elimination dim vision, pissed pupil its hard to be easy with you the thin line we're back to now our first letters period fixed so tight in the mirrow of the muse absolving, in the pale overtime, you are the color of night once, i damned those streets now i walk and whisper birth me in secret or deny me in the garden through conifer i scream almost ready to lose i'll take scandal lying down II. oh quondam relativist absurd these tenses are only politics when that long candle burns i too am with another boy asleep by the window the water reminds me of your sex another dream: i had you on the hallows table night of reminiscence she only cries, lonely alone and unguided pounding pounding in deep night only the bright is incoming season of vex, show yourself hold me down and show yourself in good waters - shallow, we'll tread too deep i was never true but i'm charged to be it ||| crayon outline of your dramaticism by three quarter moon flares of skin fall in these flakes a balance the electric bulb lights this thin and deep casting the light on no sleep us, the only conspirators ||| dire poppy bear me there are a thousand hopes in your harbor waiting and saying nevermind compomise lets diffuse the feeling in a plain view i make you out to be what saves me a bone in dirt is obvious

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