the root
world weary
in the womb
& yanked
from that
bastard canal
w/ bloody
infant digits
i flipped off
the stars
for giving
me up
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poetry
getting down
the darkest ones
is like hooking
a hammer claw
under the nails
of yr own
goddamn coffin
& tearing up
the splintering lid
& then setting
the fucker on fire
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a sighting
the
the
only
angel’s
wings
i
ever
saw
were
stitched
& black
w/ a
long
zipper
the
length
of
a
man
The Beatnik Cowboy 