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I wrote this poem for Jennifer
but she didn’t live long enough to read it.
She killed herself one night
because she was tired of the shower curtain rod
falling to the ground
and revealing her nakedness
to the men
who never paid their
share for beer
or abortions.

She died
while on the rag
and was found laying on a bed of receipts
and a newspaper cutout of the local rodeo was stuck to the bottom of her knee.
Her phone had not rang in over two weeks.

If only the skinny ones
had the soul and laugh… Continue

I can still remember what we lost
the night we gave each other head
behind the muffler shop

I told you,
you had a smile like fools gold
and I could have plenty fun with it
but it would never be worth much.

You left my cock wet and greasy

And you called me unfair
after you wiped off your mouth.
“how can I fall in love with such a pig”, you said
screaming as you ran off to chase the distant dawn
in a field of dirt.
And I was left
with a panic attack
huddled under a shot out lamppost.

I never s… Continue