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The
best poets, really great
poets,
are all in jail, busted
flat,
penniless, a handout asked
and
a ticket received
..
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I
wrote a poem for Rattle;
Rattle
said Skedaddle, son,
you’ve
got the wrong last name.
We
don’t publish no M..
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haiku
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I
liked Cindy. And it wasn’t simply because
she
had sex with me my first time. I liked
the
way her eyes sparkled and I..
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***
The
accident didn’t happen
at
90 miles per hour,
although,
it could have,
and
probably should have.
I
was drun..
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***
The
theys have taken over,
and
it’s over, all the orderly layering
of
short hair, then mid-length, then longest
..
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***
I
try to write, and your tips disappear;
pressure
from the paper pushes your
tips
back up the barrel. I have to stop
and
..
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***
You
weren’t bad, better
than
I imagined, not too
sweet
but sweet, not too
acidic
but not too alkaline
either.
Darn..
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I
used to see you on Saturday
mornings;
you always wore white.
At
age 5, I didn’t consider that racist.
I
should have...
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***
It’s
a pity the little lady can’t eat
grapefruit.
(She takes pills that don’t
work
as well when mixed with..
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