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POEM: “Illiterate” — It’s a dead language now

Illiterate I was completely illiterate. But you spelled it out in black and white! Despite such clarity – our decisiveness had such subtexts like regrets. It’s a dead language now that does not exist. I’m to make way for the archeo-anthropo-logist decoding scratches scriptures, hints into some existence persists like infection. It’s a dead language […]

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POEM: “Peanut Butter” — Why pay more? / Why absorb more than you should handle?

Peanut Butter In time you’ll know where to buy the cheaper peanut butter and bags of spices just like one day, you’ll wake up or maybe it’ll be as you’re going to bed and realize: you are over him. Not from grand therapeutic solution or a magnificent, inspiring conversation nor through delusion of the hot […]

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POEM: “Rue” – In grand loves lost – or forgotten those of the past – or rotted I have come to understand…

Rue In grand loves lost – or forgotten those of the past – or rotted I have come to understand that perverted “love” dominates and good love permeates. Like addictions to make-ups or expensive jeans a love for these things takes over senses – and your bank account. You look beautiful. But you are stupid. […]

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POEM: “Ms Shiva Shiva vs The Train Wreck” — and the famous one between us / was the one doing the rescuing.

Ms Shiva Shiva vs The Train Wreck Oh, I how I wanted to carry her case and get her water. Support Ms Shiva as she walked across with her camera on the dance floor. Filming the rockstars and documenting their looks and I love to do that in writing, PR, and hooks. (And for you […]

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POEM: “You From Australia?” —

“You From Australia?” And by god, you wouldn’t shut up! You complained about the young workmen their entitled millennial attitude wound up, you weren’t wrong. And between my spilled drink and our meals and pints of Guinness you spoke frustrated about buying a house working too hard, then working late on fixing it. Balls deep, […]

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POEM: “Shotgun” — It’s no wonder, it’s une petite mort / french-kiss me.

Shotgun We come at the same time. These men speaking of simultaneous orgasms. But don’t you know great sex starts outside the bedroom. Foreplay started at coat check, he said. And mom said it was all about if he opened the car door. Can we get the boat out into the water properly with the […]

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POEM: “When You Crash The Company Truck” — Another, and another round. / $67.55 they made you buy the shots.

When You Crash The Company Truck If he could only see what I saw when he swung open the door Tall, proud, satchel bag from work, in command and clear-headed not stoned. You’ve so much potential! And you were so proud showing me around! But in the aftermath I saw it was not about me, […]

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POEM: “How Soon, Now” — Like your marriage / with an expiry date / you forgot to erase.

How Soon, Now? Oh, the honour we pay, the grave path we pave. Paved: with the regular walk of doubts of finding love again so – we stay. Sat on benches, staring at rocks, dead bodies beneath them “Come alive!” “Come alive!” We say. Go away, you say to them. For it they never met […]

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POEM: “Messenger (Happiness)” — My dear, you don’t understand “happiness!” / You expect so damn much from it!

Messenger (Happiness) My dear, you don’t understand “happiness!” You expect so damn much from it! You want it to stay on, to stay put to never leave your side like a satchel that keeps banging your thigh… Do you wear this purse to bed?! In the shower, or in the garden?! Why do you insist […]

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POEM: “And I Will Go With The Flow” — Why just today I was hiking with my cocker in Marin / And taking a beer in Big Sur!

And I Will Go With Flow It has been a very, very long while since I’ve felt anxiety. And in bed tonight upon retiring was its memory. I thought of your beautiful white face And thin body on Queen Mary Street And your apron when you cooked us dinner As I watched Three’s Company. 1982 […]

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