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TagFacets of the Gemstone in the Pocket of my Raincoat
Everything been going away from me a long time, like a ripple.
3 Poems
Yo’ mama was a porno queen
Befo’ she was a ho,
My little red Gothic boat
Was hankering for something to eat some night.
The King and his Worm
They look at me, the other inmates.
The Cycles of Larson
roadkill, white-tailed deer
Northern Feedback
Knocked-off at half-four and walked south in oblivion for a bit
An Imitation of John Berryman’s Dream Songs
Bleak as Jarndyce nights have to me grown.
Hands Off
Christmas, Mineral Man! shouted Twerpie. Get your hand closer to that press, it’ll be off!
Unhappy Woman
Me and my little brother, Isaac, sat in our living room on a Tuesday. By “little brother,” I don’t mean “little,” but more like “younger.” And by “younger,” I don’t mean much younger. Unfortunately for us, I’m talking thirty-six and forty.
Messed up Heads in a Helmet
In the middle of New Jersey, a family is sitting around the den.