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Forty Years
I waited for you on the road and you found me where it meets the driveway a boundary as real as the dark or maybe I was always there ...
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Why for the terrible and loathsome burden of freedom Gummed movements in amber are rubbed upon a thick blue erection Stand...
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Back on the highway I had pretty good luck thumbing and eventually arrived in El Paso. I took a cheap room for the night, inte...
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I admit it. I don’t really read poetry very often. And ironically I also admit to being a poet. It’s hard to own. You know? To fess up. To ...