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I am the Poet Laureate of my bedroom
I am the Poet Laureate of 6065 Chabot Road, Jokeland
I am the Poet Laureate of the Loser Café
I have wind in my shoes if not my hair
I am the Poet Laureate of Karmic Impulses
Of tabloids and gossip
I am
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I am the man who was fired from a thousand jobs
I was the model you saw pointing at the gleaming red Maserati
At the Miami Art Fair, as if you did not already see it
I was the girl named Calorie in that infamous diet commercial
I was the boy named
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The ghosts run before/
attacking horsemen. A heart/
is ruptured by a spear.
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The beer on the shore is
Lapping at the foam of memory
And I can’t sit still
Until I take my pill
Karma Wash, Hog Wash and Swill
I went to the top of the heap
On the bottom of the Hill
I saw a bum’s sign that read:
“Will eat dog food f
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The moon begins to rise over L.A.
while the roaches try to crawl up
the sides of the mountains surrounding the L.A. Basin.
While fires rage in the forests of the night,
here comes the moon over the horizon,
big and haunted, pock-marked and coo
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Thus, more people can drown//
and leave their bones
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Reality winks at us then scampers off
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I came into the café and there sat a plump man with a huge beer belly and pencil-thin black moustache, drinking from a large paper coffee cup with the name “Butch” written on it, by the Barista.
He had just discovered that his karma was out of control
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Morning.
Quiet as church.
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Soon you too will lie down with the sleep of rain,
grown old by having lived through your youth, that is all.
Lying from the side of your mouth so often that you take up
lying on your side, to try getting an eyeful of
the often slandered truth rig
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When the water came crashing
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before the baby fat stayed//
and the hair, unnaturally/
black and dry, thinned
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The moon god was named Sin in Mesopotamia.
Monuments to Sin have been unearthed nearly everywhere now.
There are some located right inside your brain, it is said,
and to the left of your groin.
If your are in pain, grab your Sin.
Some will cla
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I was so messed up
when you left me,
and I admit I went around
searching the faces
of the crowd
for the man who
filled your womb.
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