winter rain
you can
curse god
capitalism
and climate change
but it
won’t
change the fact
that you’re stuck
on a street corner
soaking wet
and six blocks
from home
caught
in the
goddamned
winter rain.
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Poem of the Day 10.10.25
walking to my wife’s 12th week of chemotherapy we playing the emperor and empress of all maladies the sun hanging half-assed in union square...
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prisoners dear becky in 2M, yes, i received the note that you left on my door inquiring about why i continue to pound on my ceiling i.e. you...
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good guys/bad guys my good guys are your bad guys and your good guys give me the shits they keep me up at night wondering how it’s all going...
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the college kids the college kids are back in town with their weird fruit drinks their ten-gallon specialty coffees and their tapioca balls ...
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