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 to end
looking out onto the houses
of this quiet street
full of dead american flags
hanging up and down
the block.
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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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