Knuckles At Dawn

  Knuckles At Dawn   I just sat down Am I writing a poem? No, I’m ordering a pizza   Find the coupons Squint over the choice of toppings Wipe the tears from everything’s head   Until I’m not ordering a pizza anymore It was never a pizza I was looking for I never really …

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Get Your Butt Out Of Me

  Get Your Butt Out Of Me   when you haggle with love you poke at calamari and after playing at that 3 or 4 times tentacles now freak me out, solar systems of flat out loss trembling like emaciated primates trying to climb a tree   love’s toilet got clogged and something’s eaten all …

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