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The Tightwad
Dollar King is probably not the most idyllic place to pick up flowers, especially when they're fake. She’ll call you cheap, deride...
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Oct 242 min read
The Man in the Purple Boat
The man in the purple boat has yet to unfurl his sails. We see him every morning , dock- side on a chair, at the marina across the...
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Oct 212 min read
Colours
The bandage on my scratch doesn’t meet with your approval. It’s a darker hue of brown, not the Caucasian tint and tone I should have...
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Oct 201 min read
At First Sight
It’s just infatuation, the stirring of pheromones, like a potion of witch’s brew on Hallows Eve, a frog’s eye here, a snake’s tongue...
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Oct 151 min read
Two for the Price of One
ONE This isn’t yet another suicide, refrains of self- demise, but rather the ecstasy of knowing that it ends, the instant life tastes...
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Sep 221 min read
APE
I always pull my punches playing Scrabble— just this after- noon, for instance, with a potential triple-word, my holding back an R that...
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Sep 221 min read
Monday, 7am
You greet me with Morning , never Good Morning— like you did when hearts were younger. Morning rises from a horizon, like an...
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Sep 191 min read
Umbra Penumbra
I’ve known you for 60 years and yet I don’t, pulling you by the leash as though a mongrel, shrieking , kicking up a storm, and not...
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Sep 171 min read
Magic
The final line of this poem no longer exists. It was surely there for the taking , its fingernails clutching rock, at the top of a...
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Sep 141 min read
The Cardiologist
It was all my varied vices I had to lose: the chocolate, the wine, the spice of Sailor Jerry, its 46%, its pirate- in-the-Caribbean...
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Sep 91 min read
Tempo
The website says this poem takes a minute to read—well, if you’re an auctioneer, perhaps. A poem is not the climax of a thriller, where...
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Sep 31 min read
So long, and thanks for leaving your backyard gate ajar
This Rottie’s tongue is jutting between its fangs, like a sock that’s soaked in slobber, in a chilling maw of stalactites— its pointy...
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Aug 251 min read
“google it”
When you asked me for the best Italian bistro in this city, I answered google it. That day on the beach, as you peered into the ...
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Aug 201 min read
Not Even If I Was the Last Poet on Earth
This is a pretty crummy way to say finis, when every lark and every oak have passed away, with all the rest of our tired clichés: The...
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Aug 141 min read
St. Michael’s Quartet
i The cityscape is cracked and bleeding. You hear a trumpet in the middle of the road rage. Panners ask you for change. You tell them...
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Aug 141 min read
Jesse Suicide
It’s the fullness worse than hunger, that ends in throwing up; the itch more awful than pain—the red from scratch and blood; it’s...
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Aug 131 min read
December
Get the rat's nest off your head Get that crazy-ass mullet off your skull Take your ass to the barbershop Tell the barber that you're...
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Aug 121 min read
Embryonics
Potential is overrated. It’s the flip- side of what is possible, the call of tails and heads; looking so pendulous— leaving you...
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Aug 81 min read
Cassandra’s Paradox
Do you really want to live forever? —Alphaville, Forever Young I’ve always found it odd that immorality and immortality are very nearly...
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Aug 32 min read
Nine
There’s a beauty to our numbers that I note with admiration: the shape of cipher 6 and its curving, crescent close; 8, with its weaving,...
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