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  • My Father has Cancer

    My Father Has Cancer February 14th 2013 “Merciful Father, I have squandered my days with plans of many things. This was not among them. But at this moment, I beg only to live the next few minutes well. For all we ought to have thought, and have not thought; all we ought to have said,…

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  • The Source 

    The Source Each time I hear some pseudo Goth  I Vampire poem  I am seized by an overwhelming urge  to projectile vomit  a red haze of violence clouds my mind  and all I can think about  for the duration of the poetic nightmare is  I want to kill Anne Rice   I want to kill Anne…

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  • Bukowski On The Bus

    Bukowski On The Bus Like U2 the Beats introduced me to poetry.  The language lush, rich, and green as old money. These days we all read a little too much  into Bukowski. The boozed up philistine  postman with literary pretensions. He made it look so easy. And we always go after those girls.

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  • CIRCLING THE STREET SIGN TO MECCA -for Robert Trammel I am with the girl in Black.   straight calamitous hair just touches  the Chinese collar of her priest  frock minus the white,  worn unbuttoned like a holy trench coat as it flaps in the wind over carboned steel toed  combat boots. We march two ebony garbed…

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  • Kool aid and Antidepressants JOEY CLOUDY·WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2015·1 MINUTE I find it humiliating to have to take  antidepressants antipsychotics and mood stabilizers yet it is such a small price to pay to stay out of the mad house, jailhouse or the streets of the southern slums with the rest of the dregs of the…

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  • Idiot

    Idiot “I want to grow old with you.”  and I knew it was a lie  like “Punks not dead.”  It was beautiful.  And I fell  for love. What a  title for a poem.

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  • She Left This

    She Left This Death and I have unfinished business Tonight we get our affairs in order Settle an old score. I’ve been out of commission For nearly a decade, now this is going down. A Kungfu porno, her praying mantis vs my snake fist. She left this? She coos with a smile after I pull…

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  • The White Woman’s Burden “When women go wrong, men go right after them.” — Mae West “Women are the only exploited group in history  to have been idealized into powerlessness.”  –Erica Jong “She’s a rich bitch ya’ know, she was raised by maids.” —Steve Zissui Our master of ceremonies has just been informed that we…

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  • Bathing with Sylvia

    Bathing with Sylvia Before we met we both knew how it ended It’s a well-worn path  To the edge of the abyss  I know it well As a yo-yo knows the string.  We row out to the edge of our oblivion The cyclones dance at the edge of the void. A snatch of the wrist…

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  • I Was Twelve

    I Was Twelve I was 12 the first time I was ever held at gunpoint I was 12. It was the first summer I got to work with my older brothers moving company on a move job. Getting asked to go do real paying work at that time I felt honored. It made me feel…

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