Crude Drain
 the crude drain in a pair of pants snow squalls at the window  women dressed like children indignant courting of filthy thoughts...
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A Question for Dreams
A Question for Dreams why do you bring the dead and write yourself in love’s light why her still and empty face the blue eyes and tangled nylon hair she...
Read MoreHappy Go Ballocky Bullocky
Holidays in the Sun  Mind and heart in revolt I trade this rain for feedback these branches are broken guitars and the lavender mist smoke drifting in from...
Read MoreThe Girl in the White T Shirt
The Girl in the White T Shirt  Jack Spicer drank himself to death Olson drank himself to death, Lowell and Bishop, Berryman and Thomas drank themselves to death It...
Read Morechristmas weather
 My sister lives out on the island And her husband takes the train He’s big and he’s fat And he doesn’t even have a brain Don’t you know you have to kill Kill...
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