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Before the walls tumbled down
and the wolves ate what was left
and every hippie on Haight-Ashbury
smoked it from the ground up,
Before the p..
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Hey, philosophical Birdman
Both eyes gleaming in opposingdirections
Your rock hard Zen has got me crosseyed
Hey, Mr. Philosophical Birdman?
Wh..
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Echo and Narcissist
Somewhere inside of me is a poem
Etched out between two mountain crevices,
I shout an exclamatory affirmation…
Hen..
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At age three, my voice had been stifled
By a future manifested ego I never even met, yet
He plunged down my throat, molesting me within,
Feeding ..
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The welling puffs of smoke from his cigarette underestimated the angst soiled inside his head, only disseminating those gray clouds for the moment; ..
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flash fiction
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Sam was a part time anthropology major, part time hypochondriac, a diagnosis his doctor apparently overlooked. Sam was an astute reader of Native Am..
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The Commodore condominiums on St. Charles, where I was staying,
Seemed an ideal place for prose, while streetcars roamed
And the marble fountain h..
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Is there so much longing down here?
The sick longing man has made the road down here
Now I find the road
Is left down here
I see that everyt..
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see the man across the street,
Picking up garbage,
Rearranging the flower garden
In a motif of which he could only dream Spanish dreams,
As th..
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