we are roman candles
exploding like spiders
genius poets buried in venice
forgotten poems, unfading fireworks
that shining flow
when everyone stares
and everybody goes "awwww!"
smoking in bathrooms
lying on rooftops
being divinely naked
we are like saints with heads in roses
we ain't got no money
but we got rain
and may god save you, honey
never again
bruises and laces
chopsticks and ribbons
pale-pinks and pigeons
sad little bitches
are loveliest creatures
the purest heavens to reach
and deers and dears
strange beds and hard drinks
and pills and pillows
ubiquitous madness
the softest ice-cream with unfair tears
as ways to survive
let these beds be unmade
forever
real things are terribly rare
wild tigers have found me
i do not care
bohemian scoundrels that we once were
will never die
saints
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