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“life is painful alone...” [view poem]

“Get me drunk enough
Drink me dead...” [view poem]

“To Too...” [view poem]

“am a rat-trap in a freezer,
a cane without a’ geezer....” [view poem]

“about my poetry -

Badness!
Not an ounce less bad
than ever
like riding a bike....” [view poem]

“We make ourselves.
Either as the Giver
or the Gift we remain;
And by being either
of these, we are both.
...” [view poem]

“licking meaning from an empty peanut butter jar...” [view poem]

“alone and drunk get off my junk ...” [view poem]

“fuck you it is a test bitch ...” [view poem]

“As the Gods hurl our mesh -
Play catch and pickle
With their link to the smaller -
Us, the Greater«s seeing satellite

We intra-navigate the body
Of the Beast becoming
...” [view poem]

“Why is it always a question with women = Why always a gamble anymore. The heart should auto-paramour...” [view poem]

“Slimy codes, permits, and unions –And all,
these concepts, companies and structures Beware,
far more than us up and coming,
The Internet will shut all Exclusionists down!
Down, Down, Down,...” [view poem]

“I need loneliness to write,
I need a woman to live.
hard questions these days,
hard days,
painful,
scary....” [view poem]

“and the Arizona poems come forth, every time lately, like stadium abandoned peanut shells long after a canceled ball game....” [view poem]

“"... women certainly abundant like nuclear bombs that lets face it, you and I can't obtain - at least one that works"...” [view poem]

“"...Just got paid never get laid four girls at the bar they just walked in I sit drinking Mexican Coffee."...” [view poem]

“"...This pen sucks
one of those skinny cheap blue pens
that none of us has ever seen
owning a cap!"

...” [view poem]

“"My waitress deploys napkins as if she owned the last tree." "... Also not a lot of sluty half-naked women distracting me from my attempted relaxation."...” [view poem]

“It ain't fucking fare so beware....” [view poem]

“want to make me puke?...” [view poem]

“be opened, the gates of my heart's hell with others not waiting....” [view poem]

“who knows?...” [view poem]

“ Life, reality...” [view poem]

“Wow, what a stinking poem Like rats without homes A nomad without destination A sea without a faucet...” [view poem]