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TRAMP: B 4 We Were Poets circa: 1999 “I got a little black book with my poems in it.” -Pink Floyd Aaron leaned over his worktable, his shoulder-length hair tied back in a short dreadlocked topknot of a ponytail, revealing the shaved sides and back of his head, his round wire-framed glasses at the tip
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chapter 4 TRAMP: Arbeit Macht Frei “To be free one must give up a little part of oneself.” -Hedwig Some people are always surprised when the talking heads announce staring into the cycloptic laser eye of satellite-fed camera with a televangelist practiced solemnity, the never-before-seen news of yet another disgruntled postal worker arriving at work
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chapter 3 TRAMP: For Those About to Die, We Salute You “You start a conversation you can’t even finish. You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything. When I got something to say, my lips are sealed. Say something once, why say it again.” —Talking Heads “Point, white!” shouted the black gi-clad referee, taking
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chapter 2 TRAMP: Orgasm “This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.” -The Lizard King “You want me to go down?” Big smile, wizened eyes heavy with lust, suddenly animated. She nods her head, moans a barely audible. “Yes.” She wants this she hasn’t had it like this in a while. Aaron and Mona were
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chapter 16 TRAMP: Organic Art “I’m sorta doing what Trevor did in ‘thump thump thump’ and Brandon did in ‘Burning The Effigy Of Kyle Vaughn’ and you did in your poem ‘Prayer’ but I didn’t really think about it, it just sort of happened on its own you know you were there you understand my
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chapter 22.1 TRAMP: No Speed Racer XXX “The sun has gone down and the moon has come upAnd long ago somebody left with the cupBut he’s driving and striving and hugging the turnsAnd thinking of someone for whom he still burns”—Cake Mona woke up alone. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, then looked around the
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chapter 12 TRAMP: I am the passenger 1999 “I look up, the stars write themselves, And at this very moment someone spells me out.” -Octavio Paz The bedraggled old white woman, the county hospital psych ward issued plastic coated identification bracelet on her left wrist her only jewelry boarded the train in the underground Mockingbird
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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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Tramp “UNDERCITY pt 3: CHAPTER XXX HEIR of the Second Circle” from the debut novel “Tramp” by poet Joey Cloudy:UNDERCITY: CHAPTER XXX HEIR of the Second Circle” from the debut novel “Tramp” by poet Joey Cloudy: UNDERCITY: CHAPTER XXX HEIR of the Second Circle chapter 30 TRAMP: UNDERCITY: CHAPTER XXX HEIR of the Second Circle
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Isaiah Jones vs the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) Viva Las Vegas* ‘Route 66’ “If you ever plan to motor west Travel my way, take the highway that’s the best Get your kicks on Route 66 [Verse 2] It winds from Chicago to L.A More than two thousand miles all the way Get your
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