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Poem: Bratpack Jerry

“Bratpack Jerry” Bratpack Jerry’s still got it. He’s kept it all these years. Aztec Camera streams from the Kenwood cones, Oblivious is what the English boys are singing As the gaunt man sits fondling his shifter at the light. Radiation streams...

Poem: Love the Player

“Love the Player” Love the player, but hate the game And never the two confuse. “Support the Troops,” the man will say, Or these freedoms we will lose. But freedoms have been withering Just as our brave men die. Share prices in the...

Poem: I Wanted To See Gardens

Through droning recitations Of financial cant, I heard those Quiet mental gestures point To something lost or missing In the low nasal grumble of Inversion and debenture. I wanted to see gardens, I could hear the young man Thinking as he sat before The barren actuary...

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...