A Technical Song (James Wilson Claudero Poems)
O had you well frae Geordie Bell,Ye go and ago;There's few folks dafter than himsel',Irum corum dago.As thro' Edina's streets ...
O had you well frae Geordie Bell,Ye go and ago;There's few folks dafter than himsel',Irum corum dago.As thro' Edina's streets ...
Look in the mirror. Let us both look.Here is my naked body.Apparently you like it,I have no reason to.Who bound ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
It rained the day they buried Tito Puente The eyes of drug dealers following me as I walked through the ...
There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace, to untorture and to plead ...
What can I do with this bayonet? Make a rose bush of it? Poke it into the moon? Shave my ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie ...
It's wonderful how I jog on four honed-down ivory toes my massive buttocks slipping like oiled parts with each light ...
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