EAST END

There is the rise.

The rise and lust and shared pregnant success. For three days—
each of them medicated with proper doses—they make
an endless deal of selflessness,
self-loathing, pouring love
into the other, anything he feels is for the other.

There is the sea gag.

The vomit aspirated, the ripple of pneumonia, of missed
engagements. After theft and debilitation, they fall prey
to repentance, forlorn girls
and gashed-out boys, all the pleasure
and pressure of guerrilla stints of languor.

 

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