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Curfew

A Poem by Crowley

Take me highRoll me in your mouth like hard candyNo biting, you'll break a toothBesides, I'm something to savorLingering long after your curfew

Nowhere

A Poem by Crowley

Cold has a tasteA leather glove forming new treatisesA firm slap, desire or disgustSame face, same coin, spent and goneThe clean up on aisle three is ..

What Happened to Mitch?

A Poem by Crowley

Bone weary days leading to thoughts of just yesterday.Back to the time of Mitch,and the hog farm that "smells like money to me"Andy was the sporty one..

Face the Facts?

A Poem by Crowley

Your charge, like that of the territorial TernSharp rhetoric, force fed pious medicationEvangelical in shapeTwisting until my spine snapsWas that a sm..

Twenty Something

A Poem by Crowley

You bitter, old, manLook here, change isn't suitable for sissiesHearts still break like favorite toysThat young lady isn't the usurperShe just wants t..

Easy

A Poem by Crowley

I was there for the sax.At the moment, just soulless sounds, forebodingHapless shoes, strangers shuffling', mumbling'."You on the hustle man?""Sho nuf..

It Starts Like this

A Poem by Crowley

Five o’clock, SeptemberishFootball, Toughskins,Blue, red, brown, green,no patches-yet.The smell of school,the inside of a new canvas tent.It&rsq..

Battle Cry

A Poem by Crowley

It's not the ones and zero'sIt's the blaze of recognition that mother always knowsUpon the field where gamesmanship is petty and fraughtI stop and fee..

Stage Fright

A Poem by Crowley

I want a tasteThreatened with immediate rejectionA flick of the eyes, I was never a very good readerBut I could cringe with the best of themA stroke o..

Atrophy

A Poem by Crowley

I can’t breathe.The day leaks, drippingforehead to nose, nose to shoes.The day leaks, drippingfrontal cortex to heart, heart to stomach pit.I wo..