the
demons
kick
the
shit
out
of
the
dopamine
every
fucking
time
&
they
float
on
their
horny
spines
in
tears
&
wine
reclined
like
privileged
princes
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 third arm in the crowd
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- does it fool you, does it rob you?
- the slow dripping of melancholia
- how a poem should be
- for now
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- the shit kicking demons
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