Category: Poems
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2am on a concrete bench in the CCSO horseshoe
outside a man with a wannabe cop cut high and tight on his neck
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That kid thinks in simple sentences
toddler has sandstorm tongue | toddler is moon light | dying on the century plant |
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i-40 between needles and kingman
i entered this desert | with you | a voyeur | as a cool morning in june | tapered toward midday | when we found a wide spot | for a piss
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ars ratio : ars poetica
too much talk | of tomorrow is sunday’s | chemical piss-sunrise | on an allnighter | running dead east | into monday morning and | my boys need something more | like hope I real- | ize this is a hope-poem |
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how grief is like water in grace-shaped glass
Warning! This poem was inspired by notes in my journal that I wrote while I sat with my dad in hospice.
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bob mapplethorpe’s ansel adams dream
patti smith keeps me company jesus died for somebody’s sins it’s just right god-damnit
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Dragonfly
Wondered if they buried you in those clothes you borrowed from Shaggy’s closet. You never returned them.
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A Long Memory Which Begins in 1995
Out of money, exiled to the ballfields on the Rio de Flag. Rio? A drainage ditch where the older kids jumped mountain bikes.
Between to death 