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Richard King Perkins II<br />
Finding Pauperdom in the State of Eureka<br />
We couldnt afford a hotel in California<br />
so we found the cheapest motel in a ten mile radius.<br />
Ecstatic energy bolts me to the bed;<br />
a smear of darkness channels through me like a caressing riptide.<br />
We try to recloak our technicolor history.<br />
We only seem naked after the fact.<br />
This is not the dull shadow cast by familiar objects;<br />
but I hear the same parable with its homespun morality—<br />
the old wolf, the cackling scullion lie dead<br />
with their guts strewn across the cordilleras up thrust daggers;<br />
where the sweetest flowers have been over-pollinated by mutant bees<br />
and their thuggish entourage of sycophants.<br />
A matrix of bitterness, lost in her deluge,<br />
keeps me stranded on a mountaintop near Petaluma.<br />
Kestrel hymns foretold the decline of conjugal integrity,<br />
releasing the throttle of sensual dime store drama.<br />
I can stand here for a near eternity,<br />
manifest in the key of duality;<br />
vicious in wisdom, sagacious in the bartering of virtue<br />
deftly hidden by earliest clouds—<br />
caught in the act of self-pleasuring; in the thievery of moonbeams<br />
stealing wads of silver from midday, or here;<br />
in the small escape of light crumbing its way beneath the door,<br />
the first thought of me, returning.<br />
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