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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 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 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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I Want I want you to hold me inside of you Like the night sky holds all moons. I want you to crucify me with bloody kisses Like I was the king of the fucking Jews. I want you to nail me to a cross Made of the shadows of my own psychosis. I just…
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Death Is Coming “You can run, but you’ll just die tired.” -The Grim Reaper Death is the bull queer in the jail house of life Whose soul purpose is to sodomize us all. While we run from this reality with sensual distraction death is here to bugger us all. Yeah, death is here to fuck…
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“I Predict Pain” -Clubber Lang I’d been training hard every day for a year and had bruised the ribs of Marines twice the size of the tall drink of water in the opposite corner. Figured I’d punch a hole through this skinny kid from New York. My corner man tells me to be careful “…
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One Of Us Will Have To Die The straight rusty razor trembles in a hand that shakes as if it belonged to a wino with the D. T.s. It’s impossible to shave when I’m invisible in mirrors and all I see is his face haunting me like a hungry ghost in old black and white…
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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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