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Man
With his hat on
he's about five inches taller
than a taxicab.

I Feel
Horrible. She Doesn't
I feel horrible. She doesn't
love me and I wander around
like a sewing machine
that's just finished sewing
a turd to a garbage can lid.

Milk for the
Duck
ZAP!
Unlaid / 20 days
my sexual image
isn't worth a shit.
If I were dead
I couldn't attract
a female fly.

Boo, Forever
Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I'm haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.

The Final Ride
The act of dying
is like hitch-hiking
into a strange town
late at night
where it is cold
and raining,
and you are alone
again.
Suddenly
all of the street lamps
go out
and everything
becomes dark,
so dark
that even the buildings
are afraid
of one another.

The
Affectionate Lightbulb
I have a 75 watt, glare free,
long life
Harmony House light bulb in my
toilet.
I have been living in the same
apartment
for over two years now
and that bulb just keeps burning
away.
I believe that it is fond of me.

Color as
Beginning
Forget love
I want to die
in your yellow
hair.

Sexual
Accident
The sexual accident
that turned out to be your wife,
the mother of your children
and the end of your life, is home
cooking dinner for all your friends.

"Star-Spangled"
Nails
You've got
some "Star-Spangled"
nails
in your coffin, kid.
That's what
they've done for you,
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