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The First Line Is A Lie.

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THE STRONGER SEX / El sexo fuerte (1945, Emilio G—mez Muriel).

First. No new verse, to out on the net. Why should the Web dine free? My poem is me. And as pretentious as that reads, the bit and byte has ………..

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Click Bait Gate

in Poetry

I once thought in paragraphs admittedly in the occasional italics but the script was declarative informed by personal improvisation of principals particular to upbringing and upkeep I’d peep about politics ………..

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Capeesh

in Poetry

in evening, reading a tome of truth parochial in particular pluralistic ideals what real feels is a bona fide bourbon pour that enlightens the drip dry in a drizzle of ………..

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More Mouse Droppings

in Sundries

Sans cigarettes I can’t compose. As if my hacking away resembles in any part a composition. And while withdrawal will continue, my remarking on the abstention should be absent any ………..

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Product Placement

in Poetry

platitudes about gratitude grate against the gait of my thinking but howdy hoi polloi, should I smile when I say that, as I belly up to the bar, yet again ………..

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Them There Hills

in Poetry

For Bobbi: Her six words…Silver, laughing, restless, vodka, over. (Yes only five, but Bobbi gets a pass from me forever.) Them There Hills I’m back into silver long well, metals ………..

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