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Deoderant.

September 3rd, 2008 | All Poems, Bodily Function Poems | No comments

Hardware Store.

$Oo, I like this stuff. I bet I can do something with this stuff. I\'m buying it. I hope the anticipation lasts.$

September 1st, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems, Sex and Love Poems | No comments

Cubicle.

$Oh cubicle, Thou art like a cage. Florescent lights illuminate thy felt walls, Smeared with blood of the ages o\' dust mites, That clog my nose and make me yearn, To flail my snotted fist at, The Man who keeps me jailed thus.$

August 29th, 2008 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems | No comments

French Kiss.

$Put your tongue in my mouth. It\'s warm. It\'s gross. I love it! Give me more.$

August 28th, 2008 | All Poems, Sex and Love Poems | No comments

Topping Straight Boys.

$I\'d fuck more of them, If they\'d all flag pink on the right.$

August 26th, 2008 | All Poems, Sex and Love Poems | No comments

Flannel.

$I am wearing flannel, In East Hampton, Orange County, L.A., Paris, Fashion Week, you\'re next!$

August 21st, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Airplane.

$The airplane is crashing! No, it\'s not. The airplane is crashing! It\'s jsut turbulence. The airplace is crashing! Oh, the wheels are on the ground.$

I am off to Northern WI. Smell you later.

August 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

To Nake.

August 15th, 2008 | All Poems, Bodily Function Poems, Poetry and Art Poems | No comments

Coffee.

$It\'s the the caffeine addiction. It\'s the morning ritual, the little cafe. The shared metaphor for rising, And joing with the day. Prepare my arm for the injection, Drip the coffee right in there. Slap it til it shows up. Hit is harder. Use a tourniquet! You sissy! I want something warm and soothing. I need a second shot.$

August 14th, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems | No comments

Grant.

August 13th, 2008 | All Poems, Office and Urban Poems | 1 comment