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Drunken Muse Date Raped: Gives Birth To Out Of Wedlock Poem Tonight the poems come Like the girls who fall over with their legs in the air. Sometimes the poems come quick as a school boy on prom night Drunk on sweet wine, another sordid stain Added to a rented tux. It’s like that when
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All I Want is to Write The Poem All I want is to write the poem that makes the mute girl sing. All I want is to write the poem that frightens cherub faced girls. All I want is to write the poem that gets me excommunicated by the pope and I ain’t even catholic.
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The Texas School Book Depository the sixth floor museum at Dealey Plaza. I have never visited this place but I have driven by it hundreds or possibly thousands of times. I simply do not understand the attraction. If I were visiting Washington D. C. I would not want to visit Ford’s theatre.Tourist are just weird. There
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A Triptych of Poems for a Dead Poet Dead Baby Blue for Robert Trammell Beware, Life is not a dream even when dead birds lying drunkenly in the gutter suddenly straighten Verona feathers stand on broken feet of poems vomit a gut full of idealistic maggots eyes swimming against the … bone, (alabaster, ivory, eggshell,
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TRAMP: White Rabbit Season “One pill makes you largerAnd one pill makes you smallAnd the ones that mother gives youDon’t do anything at allGo ask AliceWhen she’s ten feet tall” -Jefferson Airplane The bullet from the old man’s 22 caliber semiautomatic pistol must have clipped its spine and its little rabbit brain was terribly confused
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Get Up Off of Your Knees-for Simon Grimm The poet gig is a good hustle if you’ve got the stomach for it Is in this respect we share common traits with surgeons, Soldiers, and butchers. It takes nerve to do it right none To do it poorly is a sign of intellectual impotence. Equally as
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Now That Is A Real Gentle Man It is trying to rain again and I am trying to catch the bus to see you. I ride the metal beast drowning in the cacophonous roar of vapid Conversationalist ignoring the hostile little faces of the tribe As we all ride from Westside lead poisoned slums to the
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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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Tell Me I am… “I know it’s pretty. But, I didn’t take it out just to get some air” -Requiem for a Dream Beautiful. How long have we starred over the edge of the abysmal end, two disembodied ego eating eyes mesmerized forgoing everything we know of nothing? We have secret carrion cravings and bestial
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Old Poesy Friend at a Poetry Reading I saw an old poet friend last night at the poetry reading at Bills Record Store we shook hands and talked about what we’re reading and writing Kyle says he’s reading Miklos Radnoti get the fuck outta here I say with 12 year old scotch on my
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