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Sad Gay Poetry
i’ve fucked the Confidence Man for confidence
On Duck Wings
Cannot understand why Mom would think this is a good idea.
Wounded Deer
Buck is drinking Budweiser as he drives his kid home after Easter dinner at his mom’s trailer down in Lexington.
Too Long; Didn’t Read
I’ve convinced myself a thousand times
that I am and am not worth saving—
For Sale, Creator’s Throne, Never Used: A Narrative Of The First Age
The Manufactory of the Dawn, goblins run it now, that’s what I’d been told.
My Punk Employment
Customers often mistake me for an employee in many of the stores and businesses I frequent.
Temporary
When I was twelve years old, my mother went into surgery for the first time for her heart.
BoxMan
Still laughing, as I type . . .
Mountain Man
There’d been a few attempts to ascend previously, but they’d been aborted due to weather and other less-than-desirable climbing conditions.
Neurotic Restaurant
A trinity of waiters huddling just inside the entrance rattle through a series of disclaimers as you walk in, seem in fact to be partway down the list already as you open the door.