I no one remembers, I, piecemeal, homeless beneath/ The hoarding , my cardboard bed, my newspaper / Covers, my death stare / The sound in my mouth black plumbing, my history / Howling, you can hear it, even
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He had a whining tone in his voice,
the biker in his colors and boots
complaining to the receptionist
at a California motel
a present that fits me to a t Ace ― Tom Raworth (with a nod to old Stones… & stoners) a present gifted, & at arms (rah-rah) shabby old cardigan, slippers, &c. [1] ― the real raw deal! that ’s worth a lotta r… She corrects [2] / x-ray muse in my devices fits
... Read onWe started the journey on foot one morning,
After a while, found horses to ride,
Then coaches drawn by horses,
Followed by a host of
The woods were a snake road
when the red leaves fell. The snakes
remembered the men, their lauding. Diamond-backed
on the blood-red road, they remembered.
Rizzo shacked up with his new 16-year-old girl friend for three straight days. The military Greek chorus was surprisingly tolerant with him.
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because they started all this fucking mess.
You tell anyone who’ll listen.
You write nasty letters in red
The child he was:
red crayons coloring in circles,
holes in the drywall,
empty sweatshirt sleeves
while he crossed his arms across his bare chest.
I peruse Forbes/New Yorker adverts for
private airplanes, bunkers, islands aimed at
the .1% who’ve now taken over almost
everything from way when back then when
appeared
From early on, I’d been ruining my father’s reputation, sometimes deliberately. In my teens, I became a punk stoner with a fake
... Read onthe time between 'before' and 'next', a constant
transition that doesn't know when transformation
ends, a moonless night
we are ambiguous beings disoriented
by an in-between
Dallas Bleustrom watched the taxi-cab growl down out of Seven Oaks Cemetery. He maneuvered his wheelchair over tufts of unkempt grass,
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the Pope’s
white skin beneath the red velvet robe.
Contemplate the thin papery silhouette
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