On The Day They Birthed My Mother… (Miguel Pinero Poems)
The wind pushed the sunbehind the moonandin the dark of light I sawshadows trailing the coolAutumn shook hands with winterjust ...
The wind pushed the sunbehind the moonandin the dark of light I sawshadows trailing the coolAutumn shook hands with winterjust ...
Below the canadian rockiesthe booze is run with cadillac jockiesover the line past the tapeof the border;hang your chin on ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
It was in the old days, When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie, A black ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
Comes the time when it's later and onto your table the headwaiter puts the bill, and very soon after rings ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
A born salesman, my father made all his dough by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo. A born talker, ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Although I have a car of class, A limousine, I also have a jenny ass I call Titine. And if ...
I own a gorgeous Cadillac, A chauffeur garbed in blue; And as I sit behind his back His beefy neck ...
A hundred years is a lot of living I've often thought. and I'll know, maybe, Some day if the gods ...
When I was brash and gallant-gay Just fifty years ago, I hit the ties and beat my way From Maine ...
My brother Jim's a millionaire, while I have scarce a penny; His face is creased with lines of care, While ...
Sitting in the dentist's chair, Wishing that I wasn't there, To forget and pass the time I have made this ...
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
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