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While The World InhalesA Poem by JRI wish I could change this world with my fingertips really get in there and tear things up a bit alter perceptions with my writing take something with.. |
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KurdtA Poem by JRI’ll bet he thought about it for months before he did it maybe years. Maybe always a background hum that became a whisper that became a wail. Ju.. |
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French OnionA Poem by JRTonight I’m eating tomato soup which I associate with being poor because its what we lived on in college when I had nothing but bills and I didn.. |
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TeethA Poem by JRHe did itover a typewriterpuzzled overthe word counselorsafter a lettersent days beforeand everyone talkedabout how fucked uphis hip washow it must ha.. |
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And ThisA Poem by JRI gaspsometimeswhen Ibreathebreathcomes inbutthere'sno airthereI gasplike a manlosinghis gripof a ropebeforefallingintotheabysslife isjustbreathdeatha.. |
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How's KC?A Poem by JRDesperately unhappy people do desperately unhappy things they breathe so evenly and then mention how life bent them over against their will they b***h.. |
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Insular ChildA Poem by JRInsular childthorny, wildun-rootedcarefreecould havegathered leavesall my lifedefiantI choppeddownthetree. |
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BakmutA Poem by JRThey say that a whole bunch of folks died they say they were sent in the Russians with shovels at points instead of guns I have no idea what it would .. |
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Song to the SunA Poem by JRMy flesh is sadmy heart is heavytroubles and aches and woe is mebut inside where crawls my moleculeseverything is ecstasy and cries outin harmonystret.. |
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Frozen StewA Poem by JRIn the entire three or four months we soft dated I never once saw you cookit seems like something that would have happenedwe saw each other three or f.. |
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