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college hippie bullshit
the heat went out and we all pretended like it wasn’t the third time, like we could still blame somebody else. So we bundled up and played guitars and card fames and got the boiler running enough to...
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Sexy, Sexy, and Sexy (Sexy, Sexy and Sexy)
You told me you are a firm believer in the Oxford comma. Baby THAT is fucking sexy.
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To Those I’ll Leave Behind (Upon Graduating in the Too-Near Future)
For Tara I’m going to be the first man on the moon. But you’ll be getting here soon. In the meantime I’ll try to stay on the side that catches all the light. You’ll see me (just a speck) I’ll be...
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it gets quiet enough,and although it is rare
it gets quiet enough, and although it is rare it does happenusually at night when the traffic has died downand the only footsteps are drunk ones andafter the bar closes as those footsteps toofind beds...
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6.12
I used to carry a diamond right here in my hand, I just know it, a diamond, remember?we used to hold it up to the sun. you laughed at how silly I was when I got distracted by the light’s clean...
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the last light still on
in the last apartment at the end of the island carving beams out from the fog, after the trains have startedto whisper and the fireflies fallen asleep, when even the waveskiss the beach with less...
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of a summer
what a pleasurable sensation. so sweet a trickle- my toes, so sticky my shoes so soon to follow. I stepped on a peach. Her warm rotted breast making mess of my sandals, the easiest route to then...
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there are not always answers
“and I thought you’d leave, but not that you’d disapparate” -The Wombats you want of me the one thing that I cannot give you: silence
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this is the poem I want to be remembered by
there’s lots of talk of electric cars, of moon bases and jet packs, but no one ever mentions what wigs will look like in 100 years. They will have to be different. A scientist will find a way to grow...
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time for a change
the first pulls out easy.a blonde hair that had snuckits way into my black, the opposing side’s rook, so opposite my ancestry ofdark haired, dark skinned obsidian. the second,like the first, takes...
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poem for a chalk Robert Downey Jr.
it only took the artist being gone for five minutes for a woman to role her metal cart over the realistic chalk rendition of Robert Downey Jr. on the sidewalk outside Union Square Park. and worse she...
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day five
last night I accidentally used the toothbrush you accidentally left behind. it did not taste of your taste, your lips were not present in the bristles, nor the sweetness of your strawberry tongue. in...
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no parking Sunday
turning left on 56th, I step out of Brooklyn and into a festival, the moment my feet leave the sidewalk. in the distance I see the whole street blocked off, and decide to make my way up on the...
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mother, your blue collar son
mother, your blue collar son did not get the retail job. got the warehouse job. heard disappointment spring a leak when he told you. hadn’t felt disappointed until then. gets why. He could be lifting...
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becoming
a lengthy buzz ricotches between my eyes- I hurtle from the bed before the second splits, lights on, shoe in hand, manic with mosquito possibility. black comforter is shrunk into a crack, pillows...
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the essence in the flesh
how many freezing winds has winter breathed in this man’s face to carve lines so finger deep? and when did these twisted, ashen roots spring forth to replace his fingers? these could not be the fingers...
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Poem From The Woman Sitting Across From Me On The Subway
Poem From The Woman Sitting Across From Me On The Subway Look at this boy looking at me. Tossing his eyes so secret-like. Like I don’t see him each time I look up from my book, pretending he’s...
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The Next Big Thing (An Anthem To Be Sung in the key of Genuine)
Let’s join the Byrd gang and all go throw rocks through windows. Let’s make Friday wait for us. You are part knife, part slab of meat. The world is a shark. You know what comes next.
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Inside the butcher shop
Inside their cages the rabbits shit on the ducks shit on the chickens. The butchers are all attractive women, less blood stained than one would guess, wearing their white coats too well. The stench...
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CREDITS
special thanks to the window I check myself out in after work, the white sneakers that look better dirty, the weight gain during relationships. special thanks to Thomas- who set me off looking for...
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