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Black Dog Whimpers
A Poem by
Nobody.
Black Dog Whimpers Black dog whimpers pure pain from the scum-caked space between 2 metal trashcans. The name is worn ..
kneejerk bezerker (a season of destruction)
A Poem by
Nobody.
perch of my head has changed guards by life’s night. sweet light has fallen, street fight is begun. soft dove of peace has grown talon..
a cynic, a mystic and a Billy Mays clone walk into..
A Poem by
Nobody.
we were once shoeless children in a snowstorm, eating leather Bibles found in aluminum trashcans. we are now faceless monsters suc..
soul dredge
A Poem by
Nobody.
my so-named “soul” hangs limp in escrow: to be delivered to an applicable savior upon receipt of [salvation]. still to be..
the night my world jumped a guard rail
A Poem by
Nobody.
I fragments of used up laughter lie still on green tiles; grizzly aftermath of a silent war. facedown in muddy puddles of flaccid ..
why death is a mystery
A Poem by
Nobody.
no son!don't touch that.it's dead.the ants make the eyesmove, and that strangemusic is coming fromsomewhere else.it's not a puppyanymore.um, yeah,..
City Poems
A Book by
Nobody.
These are poems about cities. You may notice that some of these tidbits have been extracted from some of my longer pieces. I do that sometimes. One of..
New Orleans
A Chapter by
Nobody.
New Orleans sip New Orleans from a cobalt blue bottle: tastes old and lean like street jazz knees with pants rolled up to glory,..
Pascagoula, Mississippi
A Chapter by
Nobody.
Pascagoula roll up the window. something’s odd here. smells like reheated road-kill. if there’s a God, ..
Galveston
A Chapter by
Nobody.
Galveston brown water and red faces roll by with strange conviction. everybody seems to have a concealed weapon for so..
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