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Written Feb. 1, 2017
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Feb. 1, 2018
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Flesh balls one end of a shank of bone, bobbing like a buoy on a sea not there;
Canine gnawing furiously, fleas invisibly trampolining on its back, h..
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Censorship is on the stove
It’s what’s for dinner
It’s cooking;
It rattles the pot.
It steams
Until the water boils off
And..
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Three days left to go,
No one knows what to behold,
So we cover our genitals
And pop our pills,
Smoke our bowls,
Awaiting untold frills;
Some wi..
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Written on 18 Jan 2017
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Written on Jan. 22, 2017
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The gift upon reaching your bed,
The pillow caressing your head,
The thermostat, how you want it set
Oh, the places you’ll go once you’..
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Written on Jan. 20, 2017
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