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  • I Am Not A Poet 

    I Am Not A Poet I Am Not A Poet This is just some shit I wrote on the bus. I cut myself shaving this morning Imagine my surprise  When my blood ran black as India ink as it oxidized. So I filled my chromed fountain pen with this ebony excretion And wrote this poem

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  • Nigga’ Technology

    “Nigga’ Technology” I got my first cell phone last month Black flat sleek plastic flip up camera  like on the original star trek  today I sent my first text to a girl friend. I lost the power cord the second day. Everybody show off the freak flicks At work they wouldn’t understand Why while walking

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  • Momma’s Dead

    (For my most mortal master, Robert Cochran, And my most immortal master, Allen Ginsberg) “and where is the great sorrow ,  that has carried me this far?” -Robert Cochran Allen Ginsberg signed the papers Authorizing the thought police To break into his mother’s mad mind One day Robert Cochran  may have to sign the papers

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  • Radio WTF

    Radio What The Fuck four people and a big dog live in a one bedroom garage apartment. behind a duplex.  Luckily everyone  gets along.  The house is quiet, considering there’s two teenaged boys living here.  I got bad eyes, bad teeth, bad knees and a bad back. but I got a good dog, good boys;

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  • My Blue Sun

    My Blue Sun For my son Da’rrell Jamaal Cloudy “The truth is…you’re the weak and I Am the tyranny of evil men. But I’m trying. I’m trying real hard to be the shepherd.” -Jules Winfield I sit half lotus, a wilting flower child Shimmering, beneath transparent salinized beads of dew. Sentience simmering, beneath polluted ash

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  • After She Gets On the Bus These are the euthanasia mornings when the 609 moon is steel  a raised sepia nipple heavy with wet light waiting  for some bigmouth to suckle the verse  out of this is how you craft your own fate out run the cops and out live the rest keep breathing long

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  • Natural Born Love Poem  “You know, the only thing  that kills the demon is love.”  -Mallory Knox This is the love poem   This is the poem for 5 am lovers separated  by class and birth, Walls and war and death,  feuds and ancient ancestral hates.  This is a poem screaming at mute screens  as

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