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6 Poems
Before I write a poem I leave my wife
She’s far too depressed to get this high
How I Decide to be You is Perfectly Understandable
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was chain-smoking. I had paced a trail to oblivion in the floor of the apartment.
3 Poems
Carl Hall sat in the back of a car,
a little white dog in his lap,
Cynthia’s Mug
Cynthia’s a good cop. Was a good cop, anyway.
7 short liver mush poems
look into the pan
hear that grey cube fry
Wrong Room
Jodi was jolted awake by the phone.
That Which Has Come Down
The point in time everyone sees me at is just after 10:30 in the morning of May 19th, 1998, but I am from the future, from later that day, around 3 in the afternoon.
hedonism / drive
triple x
triple six
tear apart a pair of hearts
Not Us, Not Plant or Animal
I am in the front seat. I am always in someone’s front seat.
Bad Dream Coma
A man thought he shot a deer. It was actually his brother.