Combustible Maybes
The name we give a yearning after or getting chased Love and paranoia the reaction accelerates
Read MoreThe name we give a yearning after or getting chased Love and paranoia the reaction accelerates
Read More       On the way to the car I passed McSorley’s. I could’ve let it slide. Nothing would’ve pleased me more in fact, except maybe an ice cream...
Read MoreTo the Sidewalk Scaled With Rain  Are you a lizard or the look of stupefaction Eyes frying in their holes conceive a slithering Pavement their pain assembles on the...
Read Moreit’s ok to prick your finger, but you can’t finger your prick. i spent so many hours in my basement listening to his...
Read MoreI wrote this poem in 1983 or ’84, I think. Maybe even 1982. People used to tell me they had no idea what I was writing about, but liked the music or the images....
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