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yes it's another poem featuring whiskey
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Broken
Over beers at the after-party I could hear the dark, hear your scarred-up heart, the sharp....
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fucking around, finding out
the minecraft ransomware cabal dictated this one to me
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Customs and Immigration
Customs and Immigration It was April, and a cold day, when I showed my passport to the man in the uniform who stood at the entrance to your heart. That…
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some observations on my feelings
some observations on my feelings sometimes when I don’t want my feelings I send them away to live in my back, my shoulder, my neck, my knee ... -- Amy…
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December 2023

There is still no cure for December
There is still no cure for December December is an emptiness, a time that's only spare, A month that is no month, words that do not speak, December is…
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shekhina
shekhina This is my last stab, I assure you. We don't do incense, profusion. We don't even do vowels. You can't read until you know how to read. Then…
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Eikev in Gaza
( written August 2014)
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February 2023

Frogs Riding on Squirrels
from Death By Asphyxiation
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2:53

January 2023

December 2022

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