Poems

It’s Ours

It’s Ours there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while say flopping on a […]

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Layover

Layover Making love in the sun, in the morning sun in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in […]

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Luck

Luck once we were young at this machine. . . drinking smoking typing it was a most splendid miraculous time still is only now instead of […]

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