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The Eschatology Of Our Mad Love Hangs Over Our Necks Like The Blade Of A Guillotine One day she would be gone. It was always her ace in the blackest whole of our universe. The ultimate cunt Goddess of our big daddy gang bang cosmos from the ecstatic screaming orgasmic beginning to the whimpering Hippocratic
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Full of Sin for captain zombie The nightmare, the forest, the fullness of sin I wish I knew now what I knew back then A young enchantress’s eyes so wise Drinks me with her cup of knives Eats me with her teeth of glass Eats me with her hungry ass Invites me to hide
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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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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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“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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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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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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(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 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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