this
kiosk
is
all
i
need
one
package
of
cigarettes
&
a
girlie
magazine
sitting
on
a
bench
inhaling
smoke
&
photographs
all
just
dreams
b/c
anything
else
is
like
stepping
into
a
furnace
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.
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- the world is wall to wall w/them
- the third arm in the crowd
- devolving
- sweet undreaming
- love eventually becomes a ghost town
- the world is filled w/a bunch of goddamn captain o...
- does it fool you, does it rob you?
- the slow dripping of melancholia
- how a poem should be
- for now
- mad inmates among the abandoned, the discarded & t...
- the shit kicking demons
- that son-of-a-bitchin' eye of the soul
- self-sufficient universe
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