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TRAMP: Sunday, SundaY, SUNDAY “This is the end beautiful friend the end.” -the Lizard King It was Sunday, June the tenth. Aaron got in the shower and let the water get as hot as he could stand beat against his skin. When the hot water ran out, he stepped out of the shower and dressed
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chapter 25 TRAMP: Katariina Sapir Mueller – 2000 “I feel stupid and contagious / Here we are now, entertain us” —Nirvana Katariina Sapir Mueller, the unofficial punk matriarch of Deep Ellum street poets, looked up from the chapbook of her old poems she was reading as her bespectacled coworker, Bryant, tapped her on the shoulder
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Poetry in the Time of Fascism “A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once.” -Julius Caesar -for Federico García Lorca and the revolutionary spirit in us all. Lorca fearlessly fought them in Spain a poet standing against Francos
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chapter 13 TRAMP: Poetry in the time of Apocalypses New Year’s Eve 1999 Aaron wasn’t panicked; he rationalized this move as a transitional phase. He didn’t want to move out of his apartment. There was nothing special about it to outsiders, but this was the first time in his life that he had a place
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TRAMP: Muse “White trash, get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy… I am the god of fuck I am the god of fuck” -Marylin Manson Tavah Allison Frankfurt possessed the strongest legal mind most would ever encounter. She was a favorite of the judges and lawyers she clerked for. You wouldn’t know
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TRAMP: Solipsism Mona found herself matching up her features with Aaron’s, wondering what their kids might look like. He wasn’t attractive according to the Greco-Roman standard of beauty, but she had observed that both women and men checked him out. He looked half his age, his eyes were large, almost doll like so much so
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BEW Beloved Screaming Volcano Goddess’s AA A Muse A A She knows things secret things Things he doesn’t even want to know She knows where the poetry is hidden Inside of my black box Hidden on the bottom Of the crimson sea of bloody dreams Where the nightmares My mother rode to hell on hide Till I’m
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Isaiah Jones versus the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) Day One Grounded; the Wrong side of the Buoy* Chapter 5 Galveston to Key West: prelude; January 1st, 2022 “Same as it ever was, same as it ever was Same as it ever was, look where my hand was Time isn’t holding up, time isn’t after
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The Last Time I Saw Type O Negative: An Historical Little Epic of Empyreanfor T. W.by JD Cloudy “Loving you was like loving the dead” -Type O Negative The last time I saw Type O Negative was in early 2001-2002. I can’t remember the name of the venue; it was the same place where we
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Isaiah Jones vs. the Sea: A 21st Century Odyssey “Kill All White People II*” “I’m a nigga you’s a nigga, he’s a nigga, she’s a nigga, wouldn’t you like to be a nigga too?” -NWA “It’s okay to hate white people.” Sascha grinned, you need to free yourself and acknowledge that
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