Anthony Thomas
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DinerA Poem by Anthony ThomasIt was 2 a.m. in a diner And I was eating a steak That was swimming in a depressing pool of gravy. The leather seats in my booth Were cut to shred.. |
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CroixA Poem by Anthony ThomasI’m a man constantly repenting his sins Begging for forgiveness Looking for a new Messiah To guide me through my days. |
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Great ArtA Poem by Anthony ThomasWe all are just thieves stealing from better artists No idea or thought is original. We steal it from someone else. Some people steal from Elliot an.. |
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BathA Poem by Anthony ThomasI slide into the steamy water. I have a glass of iced tea on the edge. Too bad it isn’t spiked. I’m reading Bukowski again and I’.. |
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Another One for ChinanskiA Poem by Anthony ThomasI read Bukowski so I don’t ever let myself f**k up so much that I end up as miserable and as drunk as he was. Well, he did have a better life st.. |
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F**k UpA Poem by Anthony ThomasLife is a series of f**k ups. Every day you f**k something up even more. I f**k up my health. I f**k up happiness. I even f**k up my f*****g. |
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Masturbation and the Pain of LifeA Poem by Anthony ThomasI found you sitting there on the curbside getting splashed by the cars that drive by like maniacs. You tell me that you need healing. I took you to th.. |
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My Country \'Tis Of TheeA Poem by Anthony ThomasYou told us that you were gonna be different From all the others. Sure you all have the same ideas But you’re compassionate. “I’m .. |
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ClicheA Poem by Anthony ThomasThe stench of mechanical sex Burns our nostrils. High culture, low culture. Fine art. F**k it all. It's the same to us. Whatever saves you more c.. |
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GiftsA Poem by Anthony ThomasShould I return the gifts? I've destroyed just about every Memory of you. I almost have nothing left. I burned your letters in my grandmother's cas.. |
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