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THIS IS FOR Film Premiere and Book Release at SSS GALLERY – August 20, 2016
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Things My Grandmother Has Been Saying
poem 47 – 6-18-16 – Things My Grandmother Has Been Saying “there, I’m on the road with God” “there, I’m on my way with him” “I’m more there than here” “I want to die, already” “when I die, I’m gonna come back and visit you” “when I die, I’m taking the television” “that television is…
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LIFE / ANHEDONIA
poem 36- 10-20-15 – LIFE / ANHEDONIA trapped within this skin, the owner of gentle words is seemingly non-existent, paralyzed, incapable of reaching helping hands, kind lips a sinking ship lent itself, it took its next role it became an anchor it lives in our stomach the colors are no longer vivid, they are dulling,…
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THE DESPONDENT DORK
click on image for weekly poems posted every sunday poem 34- 6-13-15 -THE DESPONDENT DORK the opening line will read “I’m tired, the sun is coming up” I wanted it all to end but I was nowhere near done a self-involved recluse with a savior complex contradictory and incongruent to his own sophistry with the…
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YEAR OF THE WHOPPER
click on image for weekly poems posted every sunday poem 30– 3-16-15 YEAR OF THE WHOPPER I. yea i’m sober but that might mean different things to different people please remind yourself that let me start off by saying… that it doesn’t mean it isn’t tacky for you to ask me these three questions why?…
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WHAT ARE YOU SORRY ABOUT?
click on image for weekly poems posted every sunday poem 28 – 2-27-15 WHAT ARE YOU SORRY ABOUT? i walk cuz i don’t have a car i don’t have a car cuz i can’t afford one i can’t afford one cuz i don’t try to i don’t try to cuz i’m lazy i’m lazy cuz…
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THE WOMAN THAT WOULDN’T WRITE I IN HER POEMS
click on image for weekly poems posted every sunday poem 27 – 2-25-15 THE WOMAN THAT WOULDN’T WRITE I IN HER POEMS the woman that wouldn’t write I in her poems is a lot closer to the truth than I profess to be. I believe others see me in a false light maybe that I…
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WHEN I WAS 25 I DIED
click on image for weekly poems posted every sunday poem 26 – 2-15-15 WHEN I WAS 25 I DIED the plump man with the sun-dried tomato face lurched his way towards the back of the bus he clasped his 211 steel reserve tall can and sat across from me i was engrossed he radiated realism…
DYLAN DOREN 