Poems

Snow Ride

The name is all around, a pure white alkaloid. Albert Niemann is my pa, the cocoa bush my creator. I swing with Tarzan, party with Jane. I am wild, ecstatic, and out of control, a true filthy bitch. I have made it with Inca priests and their nobles, fought wars with Bavarian soldiers. Been with Freud, Coca-Cola too. I am just

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The Boardwalk

Wickedly the sign swells of contemptuous vacancy, a myriad of rooms, big yard fenced in bloody stone. Long is the stay, short and narrow the exit, twenty years the bargain. “Pretty Boy” of luxurious wealth,  why the confident walk, sleep of deep beauty? Do you not know today you marry? Can you not see the dark of day? Pain, Hate,

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On The Boulevard

Listen real close, my little friend, this is me, not the wind. I know you’re young, stubborn as a mule, but hear these words and don’t take me as a fool. It’s behind the big ugly wall, where men and women truly fall. Around the world, have you been,  think you know it all, can only win? Stand

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