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Monthly Archives: June 2015
Buried Treasure, by Benjamin Drevlow
How you’d even react, young buck, if you knew how I ogled, like some long lost uncle, that sliver of pale flesh running under the silver crucifix your girl said she’d never take off, how hard you’ve tried to anoint … Continue reading
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Matt, poem by John Dorsey
played the piano read bukowski to prostitutes while sipping steel reserve and chewing on pain pills as if he was doing community outreach at night he would talk about jazz, art history and how he once had sex with his … Continue reading
