Juni Parks
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my grandmother, my friendA Poem by Juni Parksa daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend. unknown. |
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why dedicate these walls to the Saikus?A Poem by Juni ParksNo one is born hating another person.... People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more nat.. |
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a dead man in the living roomA Poem by Juni ParksI am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,... Hamlet |
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lives in the half-lightA Poem by Juni ParksLife is like a cigarette...You can toke on it for awhile but, sooner or later it's gonna burn out. L.Morris |
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she pokes my trashA Poem by Juni ParksSmothered in leftover sausage ham gravy A liver-spotted, sewer-swimming baby Auroleus |
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ambush my brother's kidA Poem by Juni ParksWhen I was still in the morning of my life... Teen Mother |
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no meat just bones for words poemA Poem by Juni ParksI met a genius on the train today we came to the ocean and he said, it's not pretty Bukowski |
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too tough daysA Poem by Juni ParksNew Orleans was a place to hide. I could piss away my life, unmolested. Bukowski |
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new york cityA Poem by Juni ParksThe flies are angry bits of life Bukowski |
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an almost poemA Poem by Juni Parksand as our grief falls flat and hollow upon the billion-blooded sea Bukowski |
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