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Wick for j. d. If you, will be my candle I will be your wick. I will burn myself in effigy To be the flame dancing in your eyes. Whose translucent blood colored tongues morph to taste the sweetness in your salts. as my wick grows thick with your molten essence beneath me your solid
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The Death Of Cool I propose that we initiate the death of cool “The good that men do is oft interred with their bones.” So let it be with cool. Let cool go the way of neat-o, far out, and groovy. Let’s kill cool.
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A Season in Heaven I was not always who I am now Once I existed entombed in a sarcophagus Of rotting meat a malfunctioning synthetic heart of pathos Sadness pushed sanguine rage through bloodless veins Then one day I saw one of them Walk into the room and sit amongst us Dark haired and dark
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Gravity -after Renee Maria Rilke I live my life in decaying orbits Pulling out of the death spiral to swan dive Through the center of the dark hub of the Morning Stars Hell Gate When I was a child, I circled around the cosmos Circle shrinking in the dryer Circling the moon and a
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American Haiku Being a psychopath has never stopped me from writing a good poem.
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“I’m Just Here For The Beer And The Bitches” I don’t have time to bullshit with the crush bone blonde. Fading tribal tattoo wrapped around her bicep. Who interrupts my drunken scrawling!? To tell me… my poems rock. Listen lady, I’m not a whore for applause I’m a poet, a literary slut. I’m not here
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On Mornings Like this I Write Love Poems to the Ghost of Myself I have lived longenoughthat I have becomea strangerto myself many times.I read a few poems in an old chap book.Poetry the soulremains from the ashesof that man.
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Love in the time of Snow Angels Outside just beyond the glass walls of my second story bedroom the clouds of February 2015 bury the city of faces in titanium white shrouds the cars slosh by in icy treads and the voices of my brothers as they pass each other on the thin iced sidewalk
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Pass the Vibrator A good poem is like a good fuck. It’s got to be big and thick as a porn stars cock, tight as a nuns cunt and even closer to god. It has to last long enough for even the frigid twats that spit Out politicos, CEOs, bankers, stockbrokers, pop stars and clergymen
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Sin City Avatar (…my own first level jesus.) What is an avatar An earthy manifestation of the Divine? Avatars differ from angels in a multitude of ways subtle and obvious. think of angels as holy administrative assistants. was Buddha an avatar for nihilism? if I say, I believe in nothing I am accused of being
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