Tuesday Afternoon I’m trying to write a poem, but it’s not coming. The words are in front of me, but they seem transparent. I haven’t been writing very long, so I must be too young for writer’s block. And it’s too late in the day for the excuse that I can’t think of anything. Even [...]

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For Lori’s (and everybody’s) Brother You’re only a sophomore, you’ve still got time. If your karma feels too tight, why not try on another? Your friends tell you to spit in my face because I fit in. What’s the matter? Do you expect everybody to be a misfit? You’ll get drunk, let your grades slide, [...]

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The Bathroom’s Full and I want to have a shower. Rain has stopped knocking at the windows, and TV light runs through the living room knocking over lamps, corners, and cantaloupe rinds. The fridge has stopped marching, and TS Eliot sitting on my left, asks me why I’m not young. Ashtray sleeps soundly, and my [...]

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