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| chromenights | 1 | ||
| u see her in black raiders cap | 1 | ||
| shattered star | 2 | ||
| a knockn on my door | 2 | ||
| She was talking to everyone | 3 | ||
| LaTrice wears yellow | 3 | ||
| in the alcohol ward | 4 | ||
| careless of herself | 5 | ||
| Her eyes were bright | 5 | ||
| the usual desire | 6 | ||
| And now Satan comes to my home | 7 | ||
| better to get fukd up in hell | 8 | ||
| And so Satan his thoughts | 8 | ||
| Old woman in a dark coat | 9 | ||
| hecalledittheworld'sshortestpoem | 9 | ||
| reading poetry in a bar | 10 | ||
| I'm the toughest hole | 10 | ||
| no strike zone | 10 | ||
| implacable stranger | 11 | ||
| Too late - Poem for Lorri Jackson | 12 | ||
| her fury wings - Another Poem for Lorri Jackson | 13 | ||
| what glows up - Poem for Tom Luplow | 14 | ||
| when the tune runs out of gas | 15 | ||
| mark time | 15 | ||
| SOMEbodyzzzz gonna fuckn PAYYYYY | 16 | ||
| TRANE | 17 | ||
| Black horn | 17 | ||
| uh one | 18 | ||
| KARMALODICS | 19 | ||
| And he's | 20 | ||
| i saw neechuh | 20 | ||
| & as she drove | 21 | ||
| but then | 21 | ||
| Venus wears black gloves | 22 | ||
| delphic shriek | 22 | ||
| w/out sun or moon | 23 | ||
| chemical self | 24 | ||
| cos i knew they were doin blo | 24 | ||
| weeSURGgge on words over rage | 25 | ||
| while dave tells | 25 | ||
| knife cuts cold | 26 | ||
| everyone is talking about religion | 27 | ||
| we should be more than we are | 27 | ||
| hallways | 28 | ||
| If I could write a poem | 29 | ||
| beware | 30 | ||
| White noise in a black box | 31 | ||
| freaks in the basement | 31 | ||
| the tremendous collisions happen | 32 | ||
| made a spurious freedom | 33 | ||