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Poem: Tehachapi

“Tehachapi” Smiling as if I were a prime rib The man — in flattened syllables — said “Te-ha-cha-pi” as though I would know What he meant by such a thing. “I saw you in Tehachapi. Man, you was in jail!” he laughed. I...

Poem: MUSIK4U

“MUSIK4U” Through the misty cover of the surface effect, The strums of lazy guitar and soft, stifled coughs. The vape gives up its cloud of forgetting: A weedy trade for his half-broke bass amp. Orange County never was the place. It never was the place. It...