poetry
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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 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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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 “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 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 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 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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