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Outside my bedroom window Giant trees stood for hundreds of years While tiny plants Called weeds Lived, Then died Without any mention In the ci..

Circe I.Cyclops In a strange city I fled after I flicked the lighter that burnt the beard of the boy from Charleston who just wanted to be frien..

The title is a line from an epic by the seer Samadhi. I used it as a starting point for this poem after reading a lot of D.H. Lawrence. Enjoy

Amnesiac lost in a hotel room

I. Hands on the bottle, Forehead bowed to forehead-- Nothing lingered, nothing left, There were no glances and ..

This time, my pecker got me thrown out Of the Kava-Kava scented apartment To walk past bus stops--where Men in light ..

Written on a slope beside a highway located on a mountain