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The Mock Angel
I don’t care anymore…
Drunk On a Park Bench
All the people walk away.
southern harm
rabbit, can i just say
5 Poems
Description: I am bald, look macho
Now I Have A Gun: A Live Reaction
Preamble: I came across Graham Irvin after back patio offered his last book, liver mush, for free and I was about to go on a road trip.
Two Poems
Hand me the towel, darling.
who woulda thunk?
Ems was more profoundly
moved by far, all sensations
that included fingertips or ears
Ambition
You’re just a boy,
standing out on that creaky old veranda
Untitled #26 – #29
madness maelstrom who rat kink.
The Moon Guard Absorption & 3 Poems
My name is Rose, I’m a seven foot tall night elf.