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An Imitation of John Berryman’s Dream Songs
Bleak as Jarndyce nights have to me grown.
tribute to berryman
the mississippi runs through this city
there are bodies in it
ghosts
Au suivant
“Next.”
A Boy Is Burning
“How does it feel?” The heat has long since sucked all the air out of this concrete room. Everything is choked with dust and sweat.
5 Poems
his neighbor pulled up
in a new car
boy what a car
Family Picnic
It was hot, sweltering; hell itself had its equal that summer.
7 Poems
she was white
and fucked up
AXLE OF JUPITER
Here is the announcement: I am waving from Midnight’s throat to express my amplitude of being within the moment, which is sprinting its marathon & heaving chunks on the sidelines.
Pay Day
It’s hard bringing the old hot oil out at the end of the night because the waitresses are usually camped in the alley behind the bar, smoking a joint and showing each other dick pics on their phones.
JUST HANGING ON
My feelings of disgrace are crisscrossed with threads of moral outrage and never-ending monotony.