Poems

Finish

Finish We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted […]

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finished?

finished? the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from Philadelphia’s Main Line which of course is […]

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Flophouse

Flophouse you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together on cots with everybody snoring […]

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Freedom

Freedom he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and loved the way she […]

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