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Another Reminiscent Victim
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4 a.m., Monday, I sing to a green field about wild horses. The great emerald face seems to sigh mournfully in remembr..
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Our goals drowned in cinderblock shadows, the prisoners snaked into the yard like demented school kids on a field trip. Then, basketballs and cigar..
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went to get my oil changed
by a cover band guitarist
at that saggy old blue garage
on Winslow
wanted to get some pointers
on the bebop half dim..
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A Love Poem
I was standing on a rat-filled dumpster, preaching to a group of orthodox cat burglars about the dire need for honesty in government. Fro..
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How to Fix Your Relationship
only try the sexpositionsapprovedin those sillyHow to Please
Your Lover
articles�"
reverse pony trot..
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Duck & Covereventually, the truth will drive us all mad.
tainted Eucharist, melting glaciers, vicious weather,how self-named peace-loving souls c..
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A daffy Bahamian lizard with Don Lorenzo on his breath is ranting to me about the need for laughter in times of adversity. I’m honored to be cho..
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Cobalt Blue
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Tonight, an orange bus stop bench in a sleepless statue garden cradles my misery. Memories are jackboot armies lined up for blocks t..
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Drinking at the Amoebic Pale Horse with nimbus misfits brings the rain down harder and colder. Armed with musical razorblades, I perch on the broa..
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