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Poetrymoths under bar light
a familiar place our dreams quarreling over petty things you've never been here but seem at home familiar what isn’t is…
Poetrybukowski
back in the 70’s back in LA I knew of him as the uncouth Christ of the drunk-again alcoholics the naked emperor of young…
PoetryOld Glory
Old Glory at half mast atop the White House so some well-off white must have been shot not by a cop who took his…
Poetry, UncategorizedActual Persons, Living or Dead
First, turn on the lights. Ghosts drift toward shadows. Use the sin of omission as if it was a life raft, and you can’t…
Sheep
Only a sheep goes up any time to find help or comfort up it goes through huckleberry so thick you can’t crawl through on…
Poetryapproaching 70…
at this point in the game, i guess i’m supposed to be writing things like: “sands at 70,” “the end is near,” and “ode…
Poetry, ShowcasePoems from “An American Score”
These poems speak in the manner of hard-boiled detective fiction, rich in the dictions found in Chester Himes, Raymond Chandler, Ross MacDonald and Dashiell…
PoetryMissing
While you were out of town I went to your house and I slept in your bed and I pet your cat and made her purr and under your soft blanket I wondered if you would ever love me enough that you would want to kiss every inch of the walls that watch me sleep at night and that is how I feel for you and that is why I am here now w…
Art, Performance Art, Poetry, Readings, ShowcaseThe Miki Collection
These are the few poems I managed to write about the very intense and sometimes violent relationship I had with a woman called Miki…
PoetryOdorous
when trump's words fall on my deaf ears their odor reminds me of the smell of burned flesh on the breath of bavarian beer…
Poetryall natural zero calorie existence
cutouts i am beautiful pale museum quality bone i don't speak of the things that were cut away boxed in the garage or hung…