Ode to the Maggot
Brother of the blowfly
poetry
Venus's-flytraps
I am five,
Blue Light Lounge Sutra for the Performance Poets at Harold Park Hotel
the need gotta be
Facing It
My black face fades,
Tu Do Street
Music divides the evening.
From Exile
On the adjustable deathbed, the call button's so far north,
today they took hatay teyze
today
Out of our senses
we can see
Memorial Library 1948
he was thinking of the smell
Dead Reckoning II
In a half-broken room of the hospice
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