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I've run out of matches and so-- I use the butt of my fresh smoked cigarette to light the next. I have no money to buy my father a gift or to ..

To a dumb b***h, in answer to her third letter on this matter: No, I cannot come home to celebrate the 22nd anniversary of the day I dropped out..

If I were King I’d want noble hounds— their smooth heads resting places for my regal hands If I were King I’d have marble floor..

John Braidwood loved his whiskey more than his family business But teaching the deaf was what he did until debtor's prison in 1811. When he ..

You're wearing a white dress and you won't look at me. White is for virgins and oysters but you--You wear it like the bravest queen. I can't lea..

The lunatics come out and shake by the light of the full moon the lunatics come out at night the lunatics howl and claw at the gagging spoon a ..

I don't write poems about the politics of nations I like to write on the human condition. On semen in girls' rooms and the rip in my jeans that ..

At four o'clock the water's warm and honey colored at the canal. The snakes bask on the bleached husks of the water-swollen tires, and Queen An..

My dog knows she's a dog she bows her red head for caressing-- her lanky limbs lie across my lap. A curt word brings canine tears and a kiss br..

Sometimes I think I must be eroding and your teenage words are the acid rain.