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  • “Dreaming Life” at allpoetry
    What magic made dreams Then made life
  • “Sausage Rant #1” at allpoetry
    “Sausage Rant #1”
  • “Van Gogh’s Ear” at allpoetry
    Van Gogh’s ear sings tales all night Soulful moaning over mind’s eye sight
  • “Milk Carton Portrait” at allpoetry
    This morning I woke up missing Just a question mark in mid air
  • “Van Gogh’s Ear” at allpoetry
    Van Gogh’s ear sings tales all night Soulful moaning over mind’s eye sight
  • “Sample Sized Life” at allpoetry
    Little square life with a toothpick flag Whose ambition was this toe tag
  • “Internet Campfire” at allpoetry
    The world peeks at one another Reaches out or maybe not
  • “Finger Lick‘in Truth” at allpoetry
    If the truth was pretty / And it smelled just right… / Or it taste like a t-bone / And came in diet light… / If truth was static free / And came in easy stages… / Or in scratch n sniff colors
  • “ Graffiti Prophet “ at allpoetry
    From my window in the faces / As my bus drove other places / The graffiti prophet spoke / A gentle sermon in his joke / It’s not the questions, if you cry / It’s all the notions that are why / Th
  • "Third Act" at allpoetry
    Blue ribbon Disney rats / Watching the sun die / Their dreams are fat / While mine go by / I wrote my own plays / Picked all my parts / And so spent my days / In suffering for my art / On a
  • “Sausage Rant #1” at allpoetry
    Sixty watts of warm gold / Raining from cold steel / Olive trauma green paint / Stares from blank space / Rivets dressed in tears / Weep rust formations / Favor and function lost / A satisfaction of time
  • Poet Drown at allpoetry
    You can see it in a drowned man’s eyes / In the pawn shop window I just passed / Frosty truths that come to the table uninvited / The poet and the truth / Face to face, one whistles, one listens / The napk
  • Artist Prayer at allpoetry
    Where are all the great patrons? / Throw me a hook you fishers of men. / That I might be caught and eaten / by the audience beyond the footlights. / That my blood be spilled on pages