Toothache

Hand against my sides

I sighed and urinated on the pavement.

Cigarette bouncing on my lips,

The slowness of breath and movement (death)

Still got this toothache and anxiety /

Cold sex against the static hum

Of horns and candy,

Reaching deep for comfort.

Hard drag hacking habitually,

Wild laughter in balls of sleepy salvation,

Exodus into holy routine and shame.

The agony of words:

Which words or word begets language?

Money and material dripping from cracks /

Angels in bright cities dancing along the bridge:

Who satisfy longing and madness,

Who eat boiled eggs and salt,

Who paint hallucinations of bleak nostalgia,

Visions of dinners / shadow faces

Gnawing on biscuits and grease.

The howl of summer skin and jeers,

Gestures of clenched teeth and erotic tears,

With bawling eyes / shameless kicks.

The windows of alleyways expressing

Love and music,

Scent of shit and brick,

Hazed glow of coal, burning ash.

With garbage rooms cynical eyes,

Resting from dizzy abandonment:

Paint cans, notebooks, cigarettes & Buddha.

Resting and silent,

Worries and calm mutations /

Solo collaborations,

Steady hack and blow thru chipped walls;

Death, a strange lethargic beast smiling in

Front of televised Christ, who swears my

Silence and sex and scent and sense

Will damn us all.

Another hack slacking illusion for our

Dualistic obsessions,

Radically reductive to random acts of radiance,

Lotus sits on worn mattresses /

Gazing longingly at oxygen and light,

With noodle breath and complacent urges,

Beautiful slug caught in slush and slime.

Wild eyed marveling singers,

Blowing their blues to whiskey and wine,

In Philadelphia’s strange clock motion,

Which binds us all to fury and frankness,

Spitting ageless loquacious aphrodisiacs

Into solace and despair…

And my tooth still hurts.