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HOW TO PROPERLY ROAST A PIG With Apologies to Young Breezy aka The Fundraiser for John Brown American Hero, Abolitionist, Bad Ass Mutha Fucka “You either get down or you lay down” -Cindy McPherson Look, Fuck you. Fuck Aunt Jemimah and the horse you rode in on Fuck yo house nigga
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A POEM RESURRECTED: from the lost book of Evangeline, chapter 31, verses 41 to 59 December 28, 2015 I can say without ego this is my finest sword. -Hattori Hanzo After the last manic pixie dream girl with bad boy and daddy issues is gone gone gone. And all that remains undulating in the toxic
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To Do List Monday Kill a god Kill a major deity Go to store Buy wooden matches Tuesday Kill a goddess Kill a minor deity Go to hardware store Buy 5-gallon gasoline can Wednesday Kill time Buy a watch Place it into the garbage disposal Turn it on Go to store buy globe of the
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Spilt on the Page Confucius sits cerulean in serenity in the shadow of Naples yellow and ivory blossoms of Aprils honeysuckle the old Mexican yard man has cut the grass low the sun light diffused by hobo clouds filters through the viridian leaves of trees whose names I do not know although we share this
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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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Vagina Monologue Blues In E Flat Live From The G Spot My inner goddess is posting duck face selfies on Facebook. My inner goddess is Crip walking to Oingo Boingo ‘Grey Matters’ on YouTube. My inner goddess is improvising confessional poems of urbane Ennui mid coitus. My inner goddess talks before, during and after intercourse.
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True Bromance He was my first hipster hat on his silver head, harmonica in hand 2002, 50 year old Mike on the mic Clay man takes the stage at the Velvet Hookah, a genuine too cool for Sunday school house rocking stray cat scatting our grateful dead white and blues period. This is not
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Liberty Spikes Live in Deep Ellum My son Jamaal has driven for 2 hours to have coffee With the old man in Deep Ellum. Ok, he wanted Kalachandji’s but I needed Coffee in Café Brazil And this he understands. The waitress tells us to sit wherever we like And I choose the table near the
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“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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(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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