The Ballad of the Squalus (John Perreault Poems)
I ran into an old time sailor, up on Market Street;We had a cup of coffee, his last name was ...
I ran into an old time sailor, up on Market Street;We had a cup of coffee, his last name was ...
lock-innight timei am aloneearphoneshang unusedstack of unreadcentury-old bookscover the table&the cigarettescut in two caston the surfaceresemble the freckleson a white-boy's ...
You ask about these wrinkles, These wrinkles I have on my brow,If you'll give me your kind applause, sir, For ...
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
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