I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’ happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’ help. you said

An Almost Made Up Poem

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Overhead my spirit flies
Upon the ground and crimson skies
Whispering winds in moonlit woods
A totem oak once golden stood.

Overhead My Spirit Flies

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,
and the whores go down with the stars,
the whores go down with the stars

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the schoolyard was a horror show: the bullies, the dragons, the
freaks

the schoolyard of forever

the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them

Cause and Effect

flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

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